Episode 27

A March child is full of bluster and breeze, A playful spirit that dances through trees. With windswept hair and eyes so bright, They chase the clouds with all their might. A touch of spring, a vibrant hue, A heart that's brave and ever true. They greet the world with shouts of glee, As wild and free as they can be. For in their veins, the season's stir, A lively soul, a happy blur.