When Spring Didn'T Hide Its Flowers!

Nothing is more delightful and simply remembered by a sweet word... than a walk through a green forest, to find a remote spot on a low hill and put those daily worries to rest; the anxious eyes long for that vision of a last, unforgotten season: the gentlest rain which brings a familiar fragrance from other lands... when spring hides its flowers! Whenever the lonely poet dreams, his unerring hand is quicker that the flowing streams: the distant vison of his flourishing thoughts is carried to unseen places; and all he wishes is to feel a sublime peace... when spring hides its flowers! The wishful child ,led by his mom ,searches the leaf-covered paths with a sorrowful glance, even the robins and blue-birds can't confort him, or give him some kind of hope for his unleashed whim; and will he relish the joyful promise of each year, as a gentle hand caresses his blonde hair... when springs hides its flowers from his zealous eyes, and one of those adolescent dreams unexpectedly dies? I, once, was like him: curious,cheerful and so restless: seeking surprises in unexpected places... finding myself in front of simple wonders that couldn't be perceived by the adult mind, as if they were another mystery, not the creation of God... when spring didn't hide its flowers!