I stand in hush as dawn appears,
Freed from the clasp of winter’s fears.
Where gentle warmth now softly rings,
And nature stirs to find its wings.

Becoming like the spring so bright
Means shedding sorrow, seeking light,
Embracing hope in every seed,
And letting kindness bloom in deed.

In breezes mild, I learn to glow,
To share the gifts of hearts that grow,
Where buds unfold to greet each day,
And push the lingering chill away.

I find in gentle skies a sign,
That all things shift by love’s design,
Like blossoms opening to sing—
I, too, shall rise, become the spring.