June itself hath thirty days

 

Of all the beauty life can bring, There's nothing quite like spring. When winter's gloom begins to fade, And colors burst from every shade.

The trees bud forth, the flowers bloom, The air is filled with sweet perfume. The sky is blue, the sun is bright, And everything feels just right.

The gentle breeze begins to blow, And brings with it the sound of flow. The streams that froze in winter's cold, Now rush and babble, free and bold.

The birds return from distant lands, And join in nature's joyful bands. Their songs so sweet, their colors bright, A welcome sight, a pure delight.

The earth awakens from its sleep, And joyous secrets it does keep. New life springs forth, a fresh start, A vibrant energy from heart to heart.

The world is reborn once more, And all the beauty we adore. The simple pleasures that we seek, Are found in nature's gentle peak.

Oh, springtime, how you make us feel, So alive, so fresh, so real. May your beauty fill our days, In all your wondrous, joyous ways.