In Early Morn

In early morn the sun ascends the sky.
With gentle touch, it wakes the slumbering earth.
As melting snow reveals a world reborn,
And tender blossoms signal life's new birth.

A symphony of color floods the land
As petals, vibrant, dance upon the breeze.
Each flower's song, a vibrant melody,
A chorus, joyous, sung by every tree.

The warming air, infused with scent of bloom
Envelopes hearts and whispers in the ear.
Awakening the dormant seeds of love
That sprout and grow with every passing year.

The sun's caress ignites a blaze of life
And with its touch, transforms the world anew.
A canvas painted by the hand of Spring.
A tapestry of hues, resplendent, true.

In this rebirth, a subtle force abides.
Through blossoms bright and golden rays of sun,
It stirs the pulse and quickens every breath
And binds the hearts of all beneath its thrall.