The Awakening Earth
The frost retreats, the earth awakes, A tender green the silence breaks. The rivers run with crystal glee, As life returns to branch and tree. The golden sun begins to warm, Protecting buds from winter's storm. A symphony of blooming flowers, To celebrate the daylight hours. From slumber deep the world arises, With every dawn, new sweet surprises. The air is fresh, the sky is clear, The joy of spring is finally here.
