The Awakening of Spring
The heavy cloak of winter fades, As sunlight dances through the glades. A whisper soft, a gentle breeze, Awakes the buds upon the trees. The robin sings a melody, Of life returned and spirit free. With petals pink and meadows green, The loveliest sight that can be seen. Now joy erupts from earth to sky, As butterflies go floating by. The world is born again today, To chase the cold and gray away.
