The frost begins to fade away,
As sunlight warms the winter’s gray.
The air feels soft, the skies turn clear,
When spring arrives, so fresh, so near.
The trees, once bare, now start to bloom,
Their branches are dressed in green perfume.
The daffodils, with golden cheer,
Pop up to say, “The time is here!”
The birds return with songs so sweet,
Their melodies fill every street.
They build their nests with care and pride,
A cozy home for spring’s new tide.
The children laugh, the world feels bright,
As days grow long and hearts feel light.
The earth awakes and sings,
A quiet joy that springtime brings.
Spring is so warm, so true,
A season made for me and you.
As sunlight warms the winter’s gray.
The air feels soft, the skies turn clear,
When spring arrives, so fresh, so near.
The trees, once bare, now start to bloom,
Their branches are dressed in green perfume.
The daffodils, with golden cheer,
Pop up to say, “The time is here!”
The birds return with songs so sweet,
Their melodies fill every street.
They build their nests with care and pride,
A cozy home for spring’s new tide.
The children laugh, the world feels bright,
As days grow long and hearts feel light.
The earth awakes and sings,
A quiet joy that springtime brings.
Spring is so warm, so true,
A season made for me and you.
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