Spring.. the season of life and tales of life...of joy and contentment... of fantasy and moments worth cherishing... of dreams that are yet to be fulfill... Yet, spring would be the most unique season for me... it is breathing life, the flavorful spell casts over the green tufts so fluffy... bringing greens (grins) into every single creature alive... little finches.. I've always love them... their sand bathes are as warm as toast, their wings scoop gleefully into the sand sprinkling soft dust grains over their tiny round bodies, as I walked down the pavement to get to my classes everyday... Even during the cloudless mid-days, where sun breaks frost for several weeks now... The most wonderful part is where faint scents of pretty soft petals dripping down from trees and bushes like fallen feathers from the sky... pink, white, yellow... I've yet to see blue though... they played in the wind rejoicing their previous moments dancing with all their might, as they knew...once, they settled down...their pretty frocks are never to be blown in the air ever again.. thus, the spring's ball goes on and on, as each little petal dance to their time, like descendants of Cinderella, dancing their minutes away... And once the clock striked.. the wind scattered them over the fields and oceans, leaving behind their dreams hanging in the air... the scent that we breathe in are their unfulfilled dreams... The scent of fantasy... the scent of bittersweet moments... the scent that will remain till time gathered it up and swept it higher into the air, and when rain drops come racing down, bringing them along, where the dreams once again were sucked up by tender roots of trees and shrubs.. where new young petals strive to live up to their ancestors' dreams as well as creating their own. the cycle goes on..that's why we dream of spring when we sleep through our deepest dreams... the scene brings peace over it...as we tucked away, smiling in our comfy beds...
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