I look around and green I see. The joy! The wonder! The blissful beauty! The trees! They wake again.
When they woke this time last year, they brought me comfort for my fears. Like a blanket they covered me. All summer long their soft green folds kept me warm on darkest nights and provided safety in all my frights. But then the trees began to sleep, and I began to weep. Surely I would die of pain and torture before I saw green once more.
But just as the trees began to slumber, there came a loud clap of thunder and I woke from the nightmare I'd been living. I found the trees sleeping so I rested too. Peaceful, quiet, content.
Now they stir, they wake, the call out! They welcome my gladdened heart back from the torture they last knew me in.
We rejoice, we dance, we sing! For I am alive, and it is spring.
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אקראיNot out of boredom. It's the little things that interest me and spark my imagination.
