Spring

One morning, all the windows of the house open wide.

Every particle of the buds sways with the wind’s stride.

The earth awakens with the touch of the cemre’s grace.

My day brightens with birdsong filling the space.

Flowers smile at every corner I pass by.

The sun wanders like an embroidery across earth and sky.

And I, a child lost within your eyes so deep,

Learn spring itself from the tender glance you keep.

Now rain falls gently, touching the soil with care.

As if it tells your story drop by drop in the air.

Every bud holds a flower blooming inside.

Your name grows where the most beautiful springs reside.