O Spring, O Life,

O Spring, O Life, where art thou? Everywhere I look, new-born life: flowers are singing, birds dancing, while squirrels play away the day-- But there still is death in the air, an ugly, cold-hearted killer too tiny to see but big enough to lay waste to mighty nations-- none are invincible, no army, no air force, no navy can resist-- This murderer has only one real enemy, and mighty it is-- the human spirit to live, the human heart to love, the human soul to endure, a trinity inseparable, undeniable, so even death must pause....