x by Choco
x by R
Daffodils raise their faces to the sun,
Now that the season of cold death is done
A time of new life has begun,
Where walk turns to run
And fear turns to fun.
I run through the trees, bare feet stinging, laughing as the deer try to race me, only to stare in wonder as I scale a tree and start leaping from limb to limb. The birds tug on my hair, and I offer pieces of string for their nests. Squirrels chatter and start a game of tag, at which I always loose, because they have claws and I don't. Below I see a bear wander by, and I slide down to sit on his back, and listen to the dreams he had over wintertime.
This is my life in spring, rejoicing and playing with the animals. I weave flowers into wreaths and grass into baskets, and leave them for hikers who respect the forest. I play with Frisk, in the meadow. The meadow that holds the gate to the Garden, the sacred place of eternal spring.
Sometimes Aki visits me, and he can be as playful as a leaf on the wind. Most of the time we play hide-and-go-seek, and I always win. I am not comfortable in any season but spring, for I cannot stand the heat of summer nor the cold of winter. But sometimes I will come out in autumn, to see my friend's handiwork. It saddens me, though, to think winter is on the way.
But then, when life's fire is almost blown out by the cold winds and ice, I will throw open the gates, and let forth life and beauty and warmth. The snow melts, and the icicles fall from the trees. I bring food to starving animal families, and bury the lost lives in the Garden, where they will be reborn.