Whispers of Spring
In the heart of the woods, where the wildflowers bloom, The whispers of spring dispel winter's gloom. The brook babbles bright, under sun's gentle kiss, A symphony of nature, pure seasonal bliss.
The green of new leaves, a canvas so vast,Paints the promise of life, in contrasts so vast.The petals unfurl, in colors so bold,A tapestry woven, with threads of pure gold.
The air carries scents, of rain on the soil,A fragrance of growth, of sun's warming toil.The creatures emerge, from slumber's embrace,To dance in the light, with elegant grace.
So here's to the spring, and all of its charms,The beauty it brings, the world it disarms.A season of hope, of new stories to sing,In the heart of the woods, we whisper, 'It's spring!'
