Sunlight stretches on tiptoe toes,
Through windows freshly wide,
It paints the walls with golden glow
And dances soft inside.

The blankets lighten, colors bloom—
Pastels, greens, and cream,
A vase of tulips on the shelf
Feels like a waking dream.

Goodbye to winter’s quiet hush,
Hello to open air,
With breezes slipping through the rooms
And brightness everywhere.

A pillow here, a candle there,
A change both fresh and small,
Yet somehow spring has tiptoed in
And warmed the heart of all.