Open the door and step outside,
Onto the wet grass and into the bright sun.
Atop a flower petal, a single drop of crustal dew sits patiently, waiting to go down and slide off like a slip-n-slide onto the moist ground.
From high above the birds sing like a siren to the earth below.
Besides the golden sand of the shore, and the quiet glassy lake the insects buzz in a rythmitic beat.
Still nature around you, waiting for the butterfly’s to take off into the cool morning.
A time unlike any other…… A time we know as spring.
