Spring's Gentle Awakening

The world starts to wake, a sleepy green yawn, As Spring's gentle touch kisses the dawn. A meadow awakes, a vibrant bright hue, With petals unfurling, kissed by the dew.

The flowers all stretch, in colors so bold, Stories in petals, bravely untold. Red poppies dance, with sunny gold hearts, While bluebells chime softly, playing their parts.

Buzz, buzz, buzz go the busy, bright bees, Dancing on blossoms, carried by breeze. They sip sweet nectar, a sugary treat, Tiny striped workers, with pollen-dusted feet.

Flutter, flutter, the butterflies fly, Painting the meadow, across the blue sky. Orange and yellow, with spots black as night, A kaleidoscope swirling, a glorious sight.

The birds sing sweetly, a chirping refrain, Waking the forest, again and again. Sunbeams are dancing, on leaves fresh and new, Washing the world in a sparkling bright hue.

From slumber so deep, life bursts into view, A meadow reborn, happy and true. The world is renewed, a happy new start, With Spring's gentle magic, captured at heart.