Spring passes on the back of a breeze

Spring is an interesting time that would not be interesting at all if it weren't that it followed winter. The fact that the sun glows warm, butterflies fly in abundance, blossom scents fill the air, and the earth is covered with greenery is completely ordinary. But because it follows winter the details of this season are all the more sweeter: the people of the earth come to life once more.

Yet it passes on the back of a breeze and before you know it the sun is blearing high in the sky and the storms are rolling in: you are met with summer. Evelyn tries, somewhat unsuccessfully to savour every moment of spring.

The birds sung sweetly in tune with the morning

And the morning spoke of new beginnings

And everything in its beginning began to look new again.

The zephyr it knew which way to blow

And blow it did at the earth

And the earth smiled agreeably at its new coat.

The flowers of the field swayed in time with the bushes

And the bushes reached up to the trees

And the trees stood tall and proud.

The season sung of glorious days

And the days they stretched in light yet shrunk in time

And the time it passed before my eyes.