The cool air touches my face and the apples of my cheeks turn that rosey color that I love so much. Today I feel like spring.
Today I feel ready for bloom. Ready to push up through the ground and burst open my petals. But I know it’s still just a bit too early–I am still a gentle bud and I must take my time. Be patient. Allow it to happen. The time is coming.
The time is always coming and going, going and coming and I will be ready when it is here. I will be ready to display my soft pallet. My graceful hues of green and yellow and rose. I will be ready to sing my sweet song to the world. The song that only I know how to sing, the song of me.
The barren land is rejuvenating itself and signs of growth are all around me.
And today I feel like spring.