Spring Time

In evening's glow, the petals wake,
A tapestry of colors flake,
Soft whispers dance on gentle breeze,
As blossoms nod among the trees.

The daffodils in golden hue,
Chime with the skies' fading blue,
While tulips sway, a joyous sight,
Their fragrant promise, pure delight.

Beneath the stars, the world anew,
In early spring, where dreams spring through,
Oh, what a joy, this fleeting hour,
To bask in beauty, nature’s power.