The Spring

Spring arrives on soft, warm wings,

A gentle breeze that softly sings.

The earth awakens from its sleep,

And all the world begins to leap.

The flowers bloom in colors bright,

A painter’s dream in morning light.

The air is sweet with floral scent,

As nature stirs, its rest is spent.

The trees once bare now proudly wear

A coat of green, beyond compare.

Birds return with songs so clear,

Their melodies we hold so dear.

The rivers hum, the meadows gleam,

As sunlight pours, a golden stream.

New buds unfurl, fresh and fair,

A whispered promise in the air.

The days grow long, the skies turn blue,

With every dawn, the world feels new.

In spring, we find our hearts unbound,

As life returns to all around.

A season soft with hope and grace,

A time to dream, a warm embrace.