Spring - An Exposition

Spring

Spring is glee. It's a fizzy tonic, like a slowly overflowing bottle of bubbling joy. It tattoos its colours onto the land. The blessed dew is bespangled on the bleak ground. Buds blossom, trees perk up and grass grows. A pageant of fragrances floats in the spring air and a horde of dandelions spread across the meadow.

One fine morning, the world wakes up to a rapture-blue sky. It is high and bright, a continuum of delight that salves both spirit and soul. The grass becomes wonderland-green as if some magical jujitsu chop has banished the bitterness overnight. Squillions of glint-silver dewdrops are sprinkled in the meadow like stardust. They are shimmering Eden pills that signal to the grass it's time to revive. Like slinky escapologists, the seeds below slip through the shackles of the earth. Finally, flowers begin to wave at the ecstasy-blue sky again. Within days, mayflowers are manicured with blissful-red petals.

The Earth is awakened to life by the warmth of the sunshine. The melodious songs of the birds fill every year with new life and new strength. The wild winds invite us into the open. Buds and flowers decorate trees and plants, spreading their sweet smell in all directions. They fill us with pleasure when we suspire in it.

In the distance, the world's greatest sound comes out of hibernation. It is the mellifluous hum of a distant grass trimmer, signalling that the land is warm and toasty again. Whittling and shearing the grass to perfection, it provides symmetry to winter's jumble sale of chaos. The air begins to smell like petrichor after the grass is freshly shorn.

Spring jump starts life into the land. It throbs and thumps to its own high octane rhythm and composes its own symphony of sound. It has a life, a fragrance and a lilting synergy unique to itself. Spring is the season in which the voice of nature is most eloquent.