The Life.

It is spring and through the dry barran soil rises tiny blades of grass.
Throught the tarmac on the drive crocuses push there pretty heads.
The dead looking trees and bushes spring to life with unfolding green leaves
and tiny flower heads.

The early spring rose that took a battering in the cold and wind is replaced by
another new flower. The ressurection and the life is there before your very eyes.
by tinegen.