
Chill air clings to Thames,
Budding trees stand still, unsure—
Spring hesitates here.
Through fog, daffodils whisper:
“Patience, warmth will come again.”
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Chill air clings to Thames,
Budding trees stand still, unsure—
Spring hesitates here.
Through fog, daffodils whisper:
“Patience, warmth will come again.”

Soft hills embrace sky,
Loch Lomond mirrors the bloom,
Spring whispers through trees,
Daffodils sway, golden bright,
Hope awakens on the shores.

Cherry blossoms bloom,
Whispers of the gentle breeze,
Earth awakens fresh,
Birdsong fills the morning air,
Spring’s promise, a vibrant dream.