In the boughs of spring, the dove’s soft coo, A melody sweet, so pure and true. Its gentle notes, like whispers in the air, Fluttering with grace, beyond compare.

Amidst the blossoms, it finds its tune, A symphony of renewal under the moon. With each soft call, the world awakes, In the dove’s song, new life takes shape.

So let us listen, with hearts aglow, To the springtime song of the dove’s soft flow.