Springtime – Pierre Auguste
As wintertime flew by, flowers of spring settled themselves in fields and valleys. Under thousands of trees. The sun wakening every morning and radiating its light between leaves on the embrace of a first love. Spring, the loveliest of all, daughter of the sun, lady of birth and joy. Humble at first but more colorful each day. Feet entwined, lust in their eyes. For the lady spring is ready to bloom.