Come, March, with your tender, waking breeze,  
Whisper softly through the trembling trees.  
The frost has fled, its grip undone,  
And skies stretch wide to greet the sun.  

The earth begins to stir and sigh,  
As winter loosens from the sky.  
Snowdrops bloom where shadows slept,  
And rivers sing where ice once crept.  

The winds hum tunes of brighter days,  
The sun spills gold through softened haze.  
Fields shake free of winter's gloom,  
And promise buds in every bloom.  

Oh, March, you bring the gentle start,  
Of springtime's hope, of healing heart.  
With muddy paths and skies still grey,  
You hint that warmth is on its way.  

The robins call, the daylight grows,  
A quiet joy begins to flow.  
For though your breath may still be chill,  
You bring the dream of April's thrill.  

So welcome, March, with open arms,  
A month of change, of quiet charms.  
You break the chains of winter’s hold,  
And paint the world in green and gold.