Rejoice

Ah, Spring.  Finally, the trees show the promise of tomorrow. Slowly, after the slumber beneath their white blanket, the gray trunk's sap starts to flow more quickly as it sends the message, "Wake up.  It is time!"  Reaching toward the sky, the branches sing songs of joy.  Hope is alive. 

As I look over the fields of sienna brown or alizarin crimson, I notice a hue of greens. Just barely there, the buds are getting ready to burst forth with the sap green of new growth. The skirmish between the will to thrive will overtake the need to keep safe against the harsh elements. For Winter has lost another battle and will make a full retreat once again. 

The azure blue sky a perfect backdrop to the life playing out at its feet.

Rejoice!  Again, I say, "Rejoice!"