In the springtime dawn, When new life breaks through, The buds on branches Bring the color anew, Each blossom a story, That lives on the breeze, In the soul of the forest, Set free from the trees.

Hopes bloom in silence, Whispers call to their kin, A dance with the breezes, In rhythm akin, For who can resist This vibrant surprise, As the universe smiles, And our hearts rise.

• Henry David Thoreau