Awaken

Of all the seasons in the year the one I am most anxious to see, the one that follows the cold of winter, it reaches out to me. In the evening you may catch the scent of new mown hay. To remind us of what is coming, spring is on it's way. Some morning you will hear the sweet song of a bird, the cheerful red breast robin, wanting to be heard. And you begin to see the fresh, new color of green, like a painter's canvas, displaying a springtime scene. The trees with buds, the new grass peeking through, as if God was saying, "awaken" and the beauty of spring starts anew.