Whispers of March輕 語(yǔ) 三 月

The timid sun peeks， bashful still，

Through clouds unsure， a hesitant spill.

A symphony of drips and songs，

The ice relents， to spring belongs.

Buds dare to dream on boughs，

Tucked in earth， the seed arouses.

The canvas of life slowly spreads out，

Where crocuses bloom and whispers tell.

A gust of life， the air turns mild，

March cradles growth， a newborn child.

The season shifts beneath our feet，

In the gentle thaw， the colds defeat.

Birds chart back through azure lanes，

Their chorus weaves through sunlit panes.

A world reborn from winters grasp，

With every breath， a new clasp.

Marchs promise—tender， bright，

A prelude to the warmth of light.

We tread on paths of softening hues，

Where life， once more， begins anew.

害羞的陽(yáng)光還在羞澀地偷看，

穿過(guò)猶豫不決的云朵，緩慢地灑落。（剩余301字）