Oh gentle season of spring, how fair thou art, With thy soft whispers, that reach my heart, Thou bringeth forth a joy, so pure and sweet, That fill my soul with a wondrous heat. The petals of flowers, that dance in the breeze, Each a masterpiece, with colors so pleased, Their fragrance, a symphony, that fills the air, A celebration, of spring's arrival so rare. The chirping birds, that sing their sweet songs, A choir of joy, a concert so long, Their melodies, a gift, to our listening ear, A serenade, that brings us joy, so sincere. The sunshine, a warm and comforting glow, A benediction, that makes our hearts grow, It touches the earth, with its gentle might, And breathes life into the land, so bright. So let us bask, in this wondrous season, And revel in the joy, that it hath given, For spring is here, and with it doth bring, A heart full of joy, and a soul full of sing.