The Nordic Spring Is In Full Bloom

The small orioles from Tennessee have migrated North, their yellow breasts match the bright daffodils in the grove, in the meadows, or in the plain's vastness. It's very late April and the Nordic spring is in full bloom today; there's little to envy, although the deep South has more beauty and warmth than of all New York springs. Cherry and apple trees show much vibrancy, eastern bluebirds gather in their branches and chat among themselves, a language they only understand; I love the diversity of species that dwell here in modern age... without their presence Nature laments. Over the years the landscape hasn't changed, the calmness and the lively mood persist; if this isn't Paradise, which other place is? I stroll under the scented blossooms that undulate spreading more delightful wafts... while butterflies and bees seem captivated. Wait until sunset paints everything in red, scarlet roses and lilacs will blend so eloquently, making it resemble a red sea from inland; here's where I like to lay down for the eternity.