The forest in the Spring is my light and air; it silences the clocks and makes a place that is the dominion of the eternal soul. Upon the forest floor lies the decaying trees of yesteryear, but filtering through is a bouquet of foliage that is freshly aromatic.

In the deciduous forest’s partial shades, rays of mellow sunshine filter through the verdurous canopy that gives a glimpse of the blue-green leaves’ blanket, which unfurls white daisy-like flowers that wind their way through gnarled tree roots and impressively show off through the leaf litter of the forest.

Whispering trees, some having their tiny leaves and blooms creating a kiss for the senses, and a million verdant wands of pine waving as birdsongs come in lulls and burst. From the rich brown earthen hues, Spring tattoos its colors onto the land along with the explosion of fascinating aromas. Thawing earth in all its organic splendor.