Déjà Le Printemps

A stroll amidst the awakening Nature.

Dewdrops glisten on wild grass and cloverleaves, carrying their fresh and green scent.

The sun rises afar and shines over damp flowers and budding fig leaves.

Young shrubs whistle in the wind, fragile blossoms bloom at last and from the soil wafts a faint smell of peat and gnarled roots.  

Daisies standing tall in the prairie, the sea of grass is rippling and the Lily of the Valley rests on a bed of Oakmoss, filling the air with the sweet fragrance of nature’s revival. 

Spring has come at last!