Charming spring, with grace divine,
Hath barred the winter's door,
In violet attire, a sight so fine,
With floral shawl, a beauteous lore.
Butterflies flutter, birds in chorus sing,
Clear streams ripple, brooklets dance and flow,
Spring's heralds break the bounds of winter's sting,
As sunlight's rays begin to glow.
Ah, sweet the songs the birds so gaily trill!
By riverbank on 'neath the woodland shade,
Spring's beauty shines, a sight that does instil
A sense of joy, a heart unafraid.
Sunlight pierces through the earth's soft bed,
And nature joins the flute of spring's sweet tune,
As tempest's wrath now gently doth recede,
No clouds above, the sky a clear lagoon.
Fair spring reigns supreme, with grace divine,
Awakening nature from its slumber deep,
A world renewed, its beauty now to shine,
Embraced by spring's enchanting sweep.
Charming Chanting Spring
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