The evidence of Spring's touch was everywhere. In the ancient tree roots curling into the stream, flowing merrily towards the sea. The crystal clear water sparkling and splashing, droplets delicately adorning the nearby wildflowers.
In the fresh green shoots barely breaking the surface.
The sweet and clear song of the red robin, and cheerful chickadee and striking blue jay.
The light pinks and yellows and greens and blues mixing together in perfect harmony.
The sunlight laying a blanket of grace and life upon all it touches.
These types of scenes cause the soul to sing.
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Ramblings
RandomThis is where I will write random ideas or stand-alone paragraphs that are completely ridiculous, and as I said before, random.
