Perfume consumes the air we inhale, sweet or heady, intoxicating.
Vibrant petals lift in the wind, a swaying dance on the softest breeze.
They sail free from body and earth.
It's a fairy dream of Light and color.
The bird's song completes the spell, sounds atwitter, music for our souls.
Rays of sun set fires of sparkling dew, frolicking atop delicate blades.
Spring is upon us.
Awaken and live again.
