Winter so quiet, so much time to think.
To many the world looks empty, dead.

Yet under the surface, life lies in waiting.
Waiting to begin anew, to be reborn.

Cause after Winter comes Spring.
A time of joy, hope, birth and beauty.

When things that were hiding away,
sleeping. Come back out to play.

Leaves appearing among the first blossoms
as Spring takes hold.

Slowly budding out into the cold,
opening up as they begin to grow.

Unfolding, spreading out to bask in the sun.
Glistening under the gentle Spring showers.

Bringing beauty to the world, showing all that
the world is reborn yet again.

That which appeared dead is not.
That this sleeping tree is very much alive.

It just needed the right conditions to thrive.
Given hope, joy and love people can survive.

Material things are not important.
Life is. Cherish it

Hope springs eternal?
Or should it be, Spring brings eternal hope?