Laying on the fragrant lawn, feeling the spring breeze brush across my face.

Feeling the warmth of the sun, baking my pale skin to a blush of red.

I inhale the scent of the succulent sunflowers, swaying tall all around.

The green grass tickles my toes as I dream of never-ending peace.

Ahhh... Springtime is surreal, a creative masterpiece.

Spring is hiding in the trees.

Hiding from the Winter breeze.

Snow is still heaped on the ground.

Not one flower can be found.

But I know Spring will soon be here.

The sun will shine, the birds will cheer.

Warmth now returns to the land.

Trees and flowers looking grand.

Fresh mown grass tickles my bare feet.

As I soak in the new Spring heat.

I pick a strawberry, so plump and fresh.

Biting into the succulent flesh.

I pick some more, continue on my way.

Enjoying this bright, Springtime day.