A petal drifts on a morning breeze,
carrying whispers through the trees.
Golden threads weave through the air,
binding hearts in moments rare.
Oh, springtime's breath, fleeting sound,
filling skies and earth around.
Through every leaf,
a tale unfolds,
a quiet form the season holds.
The running flowers greet the sun,
a gentle promise just begun.
The past fades soft in lights and breeze,
as springtime paints a hopeful space.
Oh, springtime's breath, a fleeting sound,
filling skies and earth around.
Every blossom holds a prayer,
spoken soft through scented air.
In the meadows voices sing,
harmony that hope will bring.
The echoes of the past,
spring reminds us love will last.
Where petals fall and rivers flow,
spring's bright rhythm gently grows.
The golden threads of life entwine,
marking paths for dreams to shine.
Oh, springtime's breath, a fleeting sound,
filling skies and earth around.
Through every leaf,
a tale unfolds,
a quiet form the season holds.
The budding flowers greet the sun,
having hope in every space.
The
budding flowers greet the sun,
a gentle promise just begun.
The having hope in every space.