The spring unfolds where hearts redeemed abide,
A bloom of grace in every pulse does sing,
Where winter’s chains dissolve in gentle tide,
And majesty awakes on verdant wing.

The soul, once lost, now drinks the golden light,
Each breath a petal, soft with heaven’s dew,
Through veins like rivers, hope restores its might,
A crown of green where love’s rich hues renew.

No storm can dim this inner season’s fire,
For in the breast, a forest leaps to frame,
Tall oaks of faith and lilies of desire,
All woven tight in spring’s eternal name.

So stands the heart, redeemed, a living throne,
Where beauty reigns, and spring is fully known.