Dandelions take flight,
Golden whispers ride the breeze,
Soft wishes unspool—
Sky hums with fleeting echoes,
Dreams drift where the wind may call.
Dandelion
Tag: Spring
Maypole
Ribbons twist and weave,
Golden light spills on the green,
Laughter spins in air—
Maypole hums with timeless dance,
Spring’s embrace in joyful bloom.
Spring Blosson
Petals drift awake,
Golden rays kiss trembling leaves,
Branches stretch and sigh—
Earth hums in quiet splendor,
Spring unfolds her velvet dream.
London’s spring
Spring rain hums low,
Golden mist on cobbled streets,
Blossoms kiss the Thames,
Footsteps weave through fleeting light,
London sighs—soft bloom remains.
Blossom
Cherry blooms descend,
Whispers dance through tender skies,
Soft blush of morning,
Time’s breath lingers—then fades, lost
Upon Spring’s quiet embrace.
Awakening
Morning stretches across the river’s curve,
Its golden fingers lifting the hush of frost—
The earth exhales, slow and knowing,
Pulling warmth into its marrow.
A chorus stirs in the branches,
Hushed at first, then spilling upward
Like the sky has loosed its silence,
Unfurling wings in quiet praise.
See how the lilac dares its first bloom,
How the meadow drinks the dawn.
Light does not command—it calls,
And nature answers, rising, reaching—
As if it never forgot how to love the sun.
Blossom
Gentle breeze whispers,
Petals dance in golden light,
Laughter fills the air—
Spring’s embrace, a fleeting kiss,
Joy awakens in the heart.
Blossom
Petals drift like dreams,
Whispering in soft sunlight,
A fleeting embrace—
Spring’s heartbeat in full bloom sighs,
Then fades to the hush of time.
Butterfly
Gentle fluttering,
Dances of wings in sunlight,
Nature’s sweet ballet—
Whispering dreams of freedom,
Born in petals’ embrace.
Sakura
Beneath pink blossoms,
Gentle whispers of the breeze—
Spring’s fleeting treasure,
Petals fall like soft teardrops,
Time’s beauty fades, yet lingers.
London’s Spring
Beneath gray skies’ veil,
Petals burst, the Thames whispers,
Green parks softly glow,
Double-deckers hum a tune,
Spring paints London city bright.
Spring Day
Buds bloom with soft blush,
Whispers ride on warming winds,
Streams hum, ice released.
Spring’s gentle hand wakes the world,
Joy in each sunlit moment.
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