The rosy glow of the late winter morning in the middle of March was overcast, the low clouds giving the light a slight purple haze. The world was on the verge of being reborn, the air was moist smelling, lingering from the rain the night before, an promising more later in the day.
The ground was saturated, perfect for the sleeping flowers and new growth waiting for the time to spring forth into the warming air.
'But not yet, we must wait. Soon' they whispered 'Soon' hey promised
The soft breeze smelled sweet 'Spring' it sighed 'I'll bring it soon'
The birds were calling 'Spring! We must make our nests!' Hopping and fluttering about as they spoke to one another, all in the hustle of preparations.
The first squirrels snuck out of their cozy nests, yawning after a long winters nap. Being driven to find food for their grumbling bellies.
'Spring' the world promised 'is coming and we will explode into life again'