Spring - a wondrous time of year

And the rain came, dancing on the rooftops, and the birds sang to this beautiful backdrop. The flowers opened up to hear, sounds of nature in the air, and the taste of water everywhere to celebrate this wondrous time of year.

And then the sun came, blazing through clouds of grey, and the mood turned, quiet as a summer's day. Light shimmered through the trees, bringing life to all the leaves; beauty always near to celebrate this wondrous time of year.

And the night came, creeping in on tiptoes, and shadows danced in and out of hedge rows. They whispered secrets from beyond, telling stories, singing songs, of love so dear, to celebrate this wondrous time of year.

And the moment came, tender as a teardrop, and time stood waiting in the quiet. Everything was calm and still, thoughts rested in the pool, so deep as to hold no fear. Every cell nourished to celebrate life at this wondrous time of year.

A moment in time

This dewy morning in the midst of spring, I walk in warm sunshine through fields of green. 
I stop to hear birds sing songs of old as if this moment is the perfect time to bring me into their loving fold. 
And we meet to share this space, and time slows down to allow me to taste - beauty. 
The camera in eye stops the clock and I stand to look and listen. 
I am drawn to look up - a tree, shaped by the hand of nature, perfect in its splendour. 
Colour touches the edge of branches, brushed by the painter in passing to reveal life in all its wonder. 
There is nowhere I would rather be and I feel alive as life moves in me now, life plays through me now. 
I am blessed to experience the simplicity of this scene that reaches in through my senses to rest in the deepest part of me, to form a subtle imprint for times when seasons change, a reminder to trust that everything is perfect just the way it is. 
I walk on through fields of green on this dewy morning in the midst of spring.