In the hush of dawn, spring stirs,  
Whispering its soft promises in the crisp air.  
Blossoms unfurl like dreams, pink and bold,  
And trees stretch, shedding winter's solemn hold. 
 
Meadows hum with colors—green, gold, and white,  
A symphony of petals, playing in the light.  
Rivers murmur, their voices clear,  
Reflecting the skies so crystal near. 
 
Birdsong weaves tales of renewal above,  
A Bewick's Wren heralds the season with love.  
It gathers spider silk for its nest anew,  
Building hope, in the morning dew. 
 
With every step, spring blooms in stride,  
Carpets of daisies soft beside.  
Children laugh, their voices as pure,  
In spring's embrace, hearts endure.