Spring is creation.
From brown earth and grasses and deadened trees, green blades and buds appear.
Multitudes of bird songs waken. Squirrels playfully chase in procreative dance.
Spring is resurrection.
From death, new life appears, a cacophony of sound and color.
Yellow daffodils and Forsythia, Red tulips and flowering Quince, and fruit trees bursting forth in billows of white and pink.
Spring is joy.
Children released to run and play outside again, families gathered at the grill, or at the lake.
Reunions of friends too long isolated by winter, long walks and quiet conversations in the warm sunsets.
Spring is worship.
The earth offering all the colors of the rainbow, trees lifting their greenery toward heaven.
A multitude of flower fragrances like incense, the organ roll of thunder, the music of rain.