Ballad of the Spring

Ballad of the Spring

In the gentle breath of April's air,

Where buds unfurl and life's fair,

There sings a ballad, soft and clear,

Of springtime's grace, drawing near.

In the gentle breath of April's air,

Where buds unfurl and life's fair,

There sings a ballad, soft and clear,

Of springtime's grace, drawing near.

Beneath the azure sky's expanse,

Nature's orchestra begins its dance.

The rustle of leaves, the babbling

stream, In harmony, they weave a dream.

How the sunbeams softly play,

On fields of green and flowers arrayed.

Each blade of grass, a verdant string,

Plucked by zephyrs, sweetly singing.

In this ballad of renewal's embrace,

Life's symphony finds its place.

Spring's song echoes far and wide,

In every heart, a joyous tide.

Let us join this timeless tune,

Underneath the golden moon.

In the ballad of spring, let us take part,

And let its melody fill our heart.