Poetry about the coming of the Spring Season!
The crimson sheet of dawn is gracefully pulled across the heavens eyes,
And the blossoming spring rose spreads its fragrant petals embracing the warmth of the newborn sun,
The morning dew droplets slowly diffuse away, into a mist, a refreshing early morning spray,
Light as the gentle breeze, the palm of spring warms the heart of the winter air,
The dead stillness of winter is no more; the grey clouds overhead cast not a shadow anymore,
All that's left are the suns proudly beating rays, a testament to rebirth, a blessing, hope; a brighter day.
