Spring steps softly through the fields,
scattering green beneath our feet,
waking every sleeping seed
with silver rain and sunlight sweet.
The trees put on their brightest gowns,
of petals pink and blossoms white,
while birds sew songs above the town
from early dawn to fading light.
The breeze is cool, the sky is clear,
it carries scents of earth and flowers,
and everywhere that spring comes near
the world grows brighter by the hours.
Small bees hum low from bloom to bloom,
bright butterflies like drifting art,
and winter’s gray and empty gloom
is chased away from every heart.
Oh lovely spring, so fresh, so fair,
you paint the earth in joyful hue,
and teach us beauty can appear
each time the world begins anew.