March’s Spring Breeze

March’s Spring Breeze


@suno_ai_ on rumble
@Lyrics written with Grok

March’s spring breeze wakes a tide of red bloom,
Cotton trees like flames, lighting Linchu’s road in plume.
Tunnels of blossoms stretch, romantic skies they cloak,
Wanderers pause, awed by this fiery stroke.
I walk alone, heart drifting with flower shadows’ sway,
Blazing floral sea, igniting spring’s proud display.
Green waves of rice fields mirror the path’s orange-red glow,
Blue skies and white clouds weave a pastoral dream’s flow.
Cotton trees burst forth, like poems etched in the air,
Soft breezes scatter petals, dancing in spring’s fair.
Lenses linger, capturing moments that move the soul,
This rustic canvas, pure yet fiercely whole.
Dawn’s first light kisses branches with golden hue,
Sunset’s slant dyes the fields’ edges in crimson dew.
Photographers wait, seizing beauty’s fleeting frame,
The flower path burns, a springtime poem of flame.
I stand here, breathing with the cotton trees’ bloom,
This sea of flowers, an eternal thorn in my heart’s room.