| Each year I wait for Spring to show me Delightful, Blossoming, Refreshing. The newness of nature - so carefree. I love to hear a bird sing his song. Enlightened, Tropical, Whippoorwill. To others is calling; it beckons, come along. Grass grows green, trees show buds, life is new. Beautiful, Renewing, Scampering. Once again the season does outdo. Author's Note ▶︎ |