The Awakening of Easter

In spring’s embrace, where dawn’s light unfurls,
Hope whispers of renewal, a world re-pearled.
Easter beckons with a promise so grand,
A journey of rebirth across the land.

The Earth herself in splendor does wake,
Clad in life, for heaven’s sake.
Buds bloom forth with eager trust,
Rising from the winter’s dust.

In this season, tales old and new weave,
A dance of light, shadows relieve.
Balance restored, day equals night,
In Druidic rites, a sacred sight.

From winter’s silence, we step into song,
Under skies where bright hues belong.
The Druids, in nature’s mystery steeped,
Honored life, its cycle kept.

With open hearts, they welcomed spring,
By stone circles, their praises ring.
Fires lit the night, drums beat the earth,
Celebrating rebirth, the world’s new birth.

Then came the Christians, with light of their own,
A story of resurrection, love shown.
Candles flicker in dawn’s soft embrace,
Songs of hope fill every space.

They gather to honor a promise divine,
From darkness to light, a sacred line.In faith, a testament to love’s enduring power,
A beacon of hope in the morning hour.

Laughter rings, as children seek,
Easter’s treasures, hidden, unique.
Not just a game beneath the sun’s gaze,
But a lesson in overcoming, in finding our ways.

These moments of joy, so pure and so bright,
Remind us of our inner light.
With each discovery, each victory small,
The promise of a new day calls.

Let Easter’s message, clear and profound,
In our hearts, a resonant sound.
We hold the power, in every hour,
To bloom, to grow, like spring’s first flower.

So we walk, with steps bold and true,
On paths of dreams, in morning’s dew.
For Easter tells us, year to year,
Hope is eternal, and always near.