Song of Songs 2:12

The breeze is sweet with golden song,

Blossoms, their fragrance, spill,

The time of whispers in the night

Gives way to Robin’s trill.

For, though my heart has felt the cold

Of death and winter’s chill,

I feel it warming like the spring

And life blossoms there still.

Song of Songs 2:12
Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.