Muddy path

Rain falling lightly

Flowers begin to blossom

The world comes awake

Winter drifts away

Her silver robes rustling

A hint of chill laughter

In the warming air

Robins pop out and sing

Of nests and eggs and first flights

Streams rush forward over stones

Sighing and chanting a prayer

More sacred and ancient than any god

Spring, they whisper

Spring

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This is how I see spring. It's quiet, tranquil. It doesn't hurry along like summer and fall, even though it's merely a transition. This is the gentle time, a time of rebirth. We all began as something else. Spring is where we begin and even though we go on from there to become summer or fall and some of us winter, there is always the promise of spring in our hearts.