In the tender cradle of morning light,
Awakens the earth from winter’s night,
Soft whispers of a breeze caress,
Bringing dreams of renewal, sweet and fresh.
Blossoms burst in vibrant hues,
Colors dancing like morning dew,
Each petal a promise of life reborn,
In the heart of spring, where hope is sworn.
The symphony of birds begins to play,
A gentle chorus marks the day,
Their melodies weave through the trees,
A song of joy that rides the breeze.
Fields of green stretch wide and far,
Underneath the twinkling morning star,
Springâs embrace, both warm and kind,
Leaves no trace of winter behind.