Whispers of a season anew,
When winter\'s reign is almost through,
Beneath the snow, a secret stirs,
Spring\'s gentle breath, the world prefers.
Blossoms blush in tender light,
Breaking free from winter\'s night,
Green tendrils rise, and stretch, and cling,
Heralding the start of spring.
Birdsong fills the morning air,
Nature\'s symphony, beyond compare,
Rivers chuckle, bubbling and singing,
To the rhythm of life, newly beginning.
The sun casts longer, warmer glows,
Melting mountains of age-old snows,
Each new dawn, a fresher hue,
As the world awakens, bright and new.
Bees hum, and butterflies wing,
In this magical dance of spring,
A time of birth, of hope, of fling,
Welcome to the beginning of everything.