That craft you glimpse, my dear observers,
Boasts of once dancing with the wind's whims...

Amidst the chill of winter's parting sigh,
The first of daisies dare to dot the glade...

Oh, the breezes of spring rejuvenate,
Warmth seeps into every stone...

In the realm where the winds do whisper, and...
The air is filled with tales untold, and dreams...

In the breath of spring, flowers whisper,
Tales of love, to the sun they shimmer...

With a gladsome heart, I set out to the world,
Through valleys and hills, my spirit unfurled...

You constant friend,
A presence that seems to never end...