"Whispers of Spring"

The snow has melted, streams run free,

A songbird stirs on a waking tree.

The breeze is stitched with scents so sweet,

As daisies bloom around my feet.

The golden sun, now soft and wide,

Brushes the hills in a warming tide.

New leaves flutter in sparkling air,

And every branch holds blossoms fair.

The sky, once gray, now laughs in blue,

While tulips sip the morning dew.

A thousand colors paint the land,

Woven bright by nature's hand.

Soft rains tap at the thirsty ground,

Whispering life where roots are found.

Each breath of wind, each blade of grass,

Sings of the winter’s gentle pass.

O spring, you wake the dreaming earth,

You fill the world with sudden mirth.

In every bud, in every wing,

The soul of life begins to sing.