Whispers of spring
The wind hums soft, a tender tune,
Beneath the glow of silver moon.
The trees awake with gentle sigh,
As dawn paints gold across the sky.
A bud unfolds, so shy, so bright,
Kissed by the warmth of morning light.
A robin sings, its voice so free,
A melody of earth and sea.
The world renews in hues so bold,
A tale of spring that must be told.
So breathe it in, let joy take flight,
For love and life bloom fresh tonight.
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