Spring

In spring's sweet grip, when buds begin to bloom, My spirit, in joy, like blooms, does unfurled, The sun's fond touch dispels the winter's gloom, Whispering secrets to the sunrise world. In greenery, scented flowers swinging, Serenity fills up my restless soul, Breeze swings the fields, echoing, with singing, Uplifting my visions, once still, now whole. Oh, how the birdsongs fill the deep blue sky, With melodies which stir the depths within, The echoes of melodies softly fly, Gesturing bye to winter's icy spin. So let us revel in this moment bright, Holding the Spring deep in our souls' delight.