Spring

Amidst the budding branches the Robin sings, the song is carried tunefully in the spring air. denoting that all is well in his world Every sound listened to by all from tiny field mice scurrying looking for food. to the giant grazing cattle happily eating the young grass Hammy hedgehog listens, his little tongue is busy eating the cat food left out. Jewel like blades of wet grass hide the Koi carp swimming lazily in the garden ponds, enjoying the sun's warmth. Many beds of daffodils their perfume intermingle with the nearby tulips who stand tall, their many hues overcome your senses, the tiny snowdrops perfume infuse with the hyacinths as they all quietly make the colour and perfume of Spring. Raised temperatures, bring out the people to enjoy the sunshine to their bones, lifting their souls. Taking notes of what has survived the winter, unhappy when they find a favourite variety of plant wilted under the pressures of winter's Xtreme cold. Yes, spring means a smile to the face, a tear to ones eyes, zest to the soul. Penned 22 February 2015