As the sun dips low,
Spring's whisper takes flight,
A gentle companion
Through fading daylight.
This zephyr, this sprite -
A breath from above,
Caresses the earth
With a touch soft as dove.
Syncopated symphony
Of rustling leaves,
A lullaby carried
On Spring's evening breeze.
Flora's sweet fragrance,
A floral ballet,
Dances on currents
That usher in day.
Allegory of change,
Of renewal's embrace -
This breeze, this soft murmur,
Spring's ephemeral grace.
As darkness descends,
This sprite takes its leave,
But its memory lingers -
A gift we receive.
For in Spring's cool breath,
Its fleeting caress,
We feel nature's heartbeat,
Its rhythm to bless.
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