Listening to the Call of Spring. The elemental dance of a thunderstorm. Reveling in the sensation of rain against my skin. The smell of new life on the breeze, a gentle hint. The vision of green buds, reawakened, pouting their lips, awaiting Mother Nature’s kiss. Her warm rays cascading over the barren trees, peeking through the dissipating storm clouds, reviving spirits, urging them to come out of their cocoons and flourish like radiant butterflies. Bring your song of Celebration to the wind, and let it carry you on, like a leaf on the breeze. Cultivate the Fruit of your Being.