Middle of Spring

Bullfrogs sunning and Trout Lilly blooming as the hawks court high above the trees, we are caught up in the middle of spring. I watched the hills come alive and the clouds pass on by as the hollow sang a familiar tune, no words or melody of sweet, just the magic of you and I. The Robins returned to build their nest, as the sun rises and the fish spawn and the hollow now dressed in its best I watched the hills come alive and the clouds pass on by as the hollow sang a familiar tune, no words or melody of sweet, just the magic of you and I. ~

  The bonding of souls, 

 is the embrace of life.