Spring

Springtime again, the season of youth and rebirth seen in the young animals playing for the first time under the watchful eye of their mothers who have nurtured them through the dark cold of winter which the brilliantly shining sun has so valiantly defeated, bringing growth, happiness, and warmth to all things and only pausing to allow the gentle rain to nourish the earth which soaks up the life-giving water with vigor as a camel who, after long treks through the harsh desert, has come upon an unexpected and much needed oasis, the water sinking into the ground only to be soaked up just as quickly by the budding bushes and trees, making new leaves and flowers, between which the beautiful songbirds are perched, watching and waiting for morsels to bring back to their ravenous chicks who cheep endlessly, seeming never to be satisfied by the meager offerings of their parents; they must be ever watchful for the prowling cats who also have hungry mouths to feed, though the kittens seem more patient than their avian counterparts, and yet are not wholly content as they trot about in the shaded, wet grass under the porch where they came into the world not long ago, practicing their stalking and their pounces so they will one day be able to care for young of their own, continuing the cycle of life that begins for so many in this wonderful season.