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.