When Spring Plays the Flute

In wondrous grace, a vision softly gleamed,
Spring has locked the winter's door away, it seemed.
She's donned a violet gown, a vibrant hue,
A floral shawl embraced her shoulders, fresh and new.

See butterflies now dancing, light and free,
While birds are singing from each blooming tree.
Transparent streams are flowing, clear and low,
Spring's messengers have opened every flow.
The sun's first rays are sparkling, warm and bright.

Oh, how sweet the song the birds all sing!
By the river's clear and winding way,
Where the forest whispers, we greet the day,
And Spring herself, on piping flute, does play!
Her gentle melody, a sweet delight.

And sunbeams kiss the soil, bring life to bloom,
All nature answers, chasing winter's gloom.
The stormy days and troubles fade from sight,
No gray clouds linger, just pure, golden light.

Oh, how sweet the song the birds all sing!
By the river's clear and winding way,
Where the forest whispers, we greet the day,
And Spring herself, on piping flute, does play!
Her gentle melody, a sweet delight.

Beautiful Spring now reigns, a gentle queen,
In wondrous grace, a captivating scene.
Nature awakens from her winter's sleep,
A brand new world for all to softly keep,
Embracing life anew, in joy supreme.

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You can listen to the song via the link:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/2LEPNxScAtXRPg