The Awakening of Spring"

The awakening of spring, a time of renewal,

A time of rebirth, that's hard to fuel,

The flowers bloom, in their colorful array,

A sight so vibrant, it's hard to sway.

The awakening of spring, a world so new,

A place of freshness, that's hard to construe,

The birds chirp, in their joyful glee,

A sound so melodious, it's hard to flee.

The trees awaken, from their winter slumber,

A sight so refreshing, it's hard to encumber,

The bees buzz, in the blossoming trees,

A sight so busy, it's hard to seize.

The awakening of spring, a world so pure,

A place of innocence, that's hard to allure,

The grass grows, in the dewy morn,

A sight so tender, it's hard to scorn.

The flowers sway, in the gentle breeze,

A sight so graceful, it's hard to appease,

The sun shines, in the clear blue sky,

A sight so radiant, it's hard to deny.

The awakening of spring, a time of revival,

A time of rejuvenation, that's hard to rival,

The world awakens, from its winter sleep,

A sight so hopeful, it's hard to keep.