A poem about spring. ai

Spring arrives on quiet wings,

Warm breezes comb the budding tree;

Rivers laugh as ice grows thin,

And sparrows stitch new dawns to seas.

Fresh green light spills over stones ,

While hope wakes in every seed.

Spring – & suddenly, everything dreams.

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Sophia Bennett is an art historian and freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, symbolism, and artistic expression. With a background in Renaissance and modern art, Sophia enjoys uncovering the hidden meanings behind iconic works and sharing her insights with art lovers of all levels. When she’s not visiting museums or researching the latest trends in contemporary art, you can find her hiking in the countryside, always chasing the next rainbow.