The Fish Are Biting
It’s early Spring; a plethora of colorful wildflowers are blooming in the countryside. The air has a rich, earthy smell, for April showers have washed the pungent cow manure deep into the ground, nourishing the crops. The songbirds are brooding their clutch of eggs, and in a few weeks, hatchling chicks will be squabbling over a meal of caterpillars and worms. And soon, their flight feathers will fill in. Flexing their wings, they'll fledge, enjoying the miracle of flight as they soar into the heavens, touch the face of God, and achieve the impossible. Summer's on its way, and children's hearts are beating wildly in anticipation—looking forward to a well-deserved vacation from their schoolwork.
the sun shines brightly
pollywogs morph into frogs...
the fish are biting
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