When springtime clad the ground in emerald grace,
And blossoms danced in joy beneath the sun,
A world reborn, where sorrow finds no place,
Where laughter echoes bright, and hope’s begun.

With every bud, a promise to unfold,
A tale of love, in petals soft and sweet;
In Nature’s hand, a story yet untold,
As life returns, unyielding, to the beat.

• Charlotte Smith