As morning sunbeams kiss the mountain high,
They wake the spring and lift my heart to fly.
A symphony of life begins to rise
In every leaf and bloom before my eyes.
The fragile snowdrop, bending soft and low,
Unfolds its petals, white as winter’s snow.
And crocus fields, in colors bold and bright,
Enchant my gaze and set the world alight.
In every breeze, a promise softly stays
Of life renewed and all the heart conveys.
The forest stirs and whispers to the air,
Weaving a living tapestry with care.
The morning dew, like diamonds in the sun,
Reflects the beauty of the day begun.
The gentle warmth that brushes on my skin
Awakens life and stirs my soul within.
O spring, dear spring, your grace in every place
Reveals the Creator’s love, His tender trace.
And in His light, our hearts find peaceful ground,
Where wonder lives and love is always found.
Spring morning
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