O golden sun, you rise anew,
With gentle touch and golden hue.
Your rays unlock the frozen earth,
And call the buds to greet their birth.
The lilac sways in scented cheer,
Soft whispers dance from far and near.
The robin sings a tune so bright,
A hymn of warmth, of life, of light.
The streams, once silent, laugh and run,
Rejoicing in the waking sun.
Each blade of grass, each blooming tree,
Now hums with nature’s melody.
O Spring, you weave a world so fair,
With golden sun and fragrant air.
Stay ever near, your touch divine,
For in your glow, all hearts entwine.