Spring

As we transcend snowy bright mountains that thrill the adrenaline seekers Buds spring up around the foothills of these mountains and populate themselves by way of white bells and other lovely flowers making themselves well known in summer months by their scent that wafts upon billows of breezes This is the time of cherry blossom trees that line our street in a symphony A riotous coloured canvas splashed with magentas, thalo, and cobalt hues if a symphony were playing it might be Ode to Spring by Benjamin Britten each season has its beauties Is gifts for the eye and the body My favourite is spring As it sometimes not so meekly melts the snow with vengance.