In the album of memories, a missing springtime,
Sunbeams lost, in the past\'s sweet mime.
Unbloomed flowers, a whimsical tale,
Soft breezes whisper, a nostalgic trail.
Golden days, like a cozy dream,
Spring\'s fragrance lingers, a subtle beam.
Cherry blossoms sigh, petals dance away,
Laughter\'s echoes, on the breeze they play.
Daffodils\' waltz, a forgotten rhyme,
Lost spring\'s tune, frozen in the time.
Youthful whispers, in leaves\' soft chatter,
A quiet sorrow, a heart\'s light patter.
Yet, in the seasons\' quilt, hope finds a space,
A missing spring leaves a trace.
In memory\'s canvas, colors unfold,
A timeless story, where spring never grows old.