Spring, how gracious is your name, full of light and life and colour. Songbirds in their woodland nests emerge and sing, feeding their chicks or teaching them to fly The coat of white has become a soft, healthy green. At the sound of her sweet laugh, swallowtails, each a shade of a rainbow, flutter around her and into the distant glades. Her olive skin drinks in the gentle sunlight, her pink silks ***** around her small ******* and hips, her bare feet crushing the grass. She twirls, her arms outstretched. With the jingle of her bracelets, a warm breeze passes. A flick of her brown curls, flowers burst into the bloom from the earth, filling the air with their sweetness. A snap of her slender fingers, the clouds split in two and with her gaze from her emerald eyes, there is no discord; harmony in the air. Harmony everywhere... 'Hear me, Sisters,' she chimes, 'Hear it all, hear the cheer of Spring!'
Enjoy the song of Spring! One more season to go now! ^-^ Lyn ***