Oh, gentle spring, you've arrived with grace,
A symphony of life, your warm embrace.
You dance upon the meadows, oh so light,
With emerald hues, a resplendent sight.
The daffodils, like golden cups aflame,
Nod in delight as your spirit claims.
Their petals unfurl, like rays of sun,
Spreading cheer as you've newly begun.
The skies, a canvas painted in blue,
Whisper secrets, as the winds pursue.
They carry stories, from distant lands,
Of renewal, hope, and blooming plans.
The trees, awakened from slumber deep,
Stretch their arms, as if from sleep.
Their leaves unfurl, like delicate wings,
As nature's symphony joyously sings.
The rivulets laugh as they freely flow,
Their voices echoing with sweet undertow.
They meander through fields, with a playful glint,
Reflecting the heavens in their liquid tint.
The birds, nature's choir, return once more,
Their melodies soaring, like dreams take flight.
Their songs fill the air, with vibrant glee,
Lifting our hearts and setting spirits free.
Oh, spring personified, you bring delight,
A season adorned in colors bright.
You breathe new life into the earth's embrace,
A canvas painted with nature's grace.
In your presence, we find hope anew,
As winter's shadows bid farewell to you.
You awaken our souls with gentle might,
Spreading joy, a radiant light.