Three days of spring, a fleeting bliss,
When nature wakes with a gentle kiss.
The flowers bloom, the birds sing sweet,
As the frosty grip of winter we defeat.

Day one brings warmth and golden light,
The world awakens from its wintry night.
The trees adorned with fresh green leaves,
And the air is filled with a scent that relieves.

Day two, the sky a brilliant blue,
The clouds float by like dreams anew.
Children play in fields of green,
As the world is painted with a hopeful sheen.

Day three, the sun begins to fade,
But memories of spring will never fade.
For in those fleeting days of grace,
We find a glimpse of heaven's face.

So cherish these three days of spring,
For they are but a brief offering.
A reminder of life's eternal dance,
And the beauty found in nature's trance.