Spring is a time of joy. It is a time of everlasting love, birth, and growth. We see tiny sprouts of green peeking through the dark brown black forest floor, which is moist and soft. The forest floor has rested during the long winter months, the remains of summer past, turned into a rich, moist, inviting soil for the new creations of spring. We hear the mating song of the robin while he sings. He sings of his worldliness, his beauty, and his desire. The red winged black bird is a welcome song. His wings puff out and his throat bulges momentarily as he fills his lungs to produce his call to his mate. The buds on the trees are swelling to the promise that each new day will bring them sunshine and warmth so they may complete the process for which they exist. As the strength of the sun increases, the earth vibrantly awakens as if nagged from a long quiet sleep. She is cleansed with the warm spring rains which holds the nutrients she needs to flourish once again. The wind is warmed by the sun and as it caresses the earth it dries and soothes the rugged terrain left by winters wrath. Life is renewed. The earth feels peace. My soul is in need of spring. My soul is in need of peace. I welcome the robins, the rain and the wind. I will welcome the peace.