Spring
In the tender wake of sun, Where early blossoms tremble free, A breath of life has just begun, Awakening the world to be.
The robins sing their sweet refrain, A melody of joy and grace, In every garden, each domain, Spring paints the earth, a soft embrace.
The streams rejoice in laughter clear, As daisies bloom in fields of gold, In vibrant hues, a message dear, Of life renewed, and joys untold.
Oh, let the warmth of springtime stir, A dance of colors wide and bright, For in this season’s gentle purr, The world awakens, filled with light.
- Valery Briussov