Spring is in the air. The sunshine draws me to the nearby nature trails. As soon as I enter the park, serenity covers me like a blanket. The trees, still black and bare of leaves, stretch high above my dirt pathway. The winds blowing high over my head sway the trees, causing their bare branches to clack against one another. On either side of my path, green shoots poke tentatively from the ground. Frogs in the nearby pond sing, “Spring is coming.”
Soon these trees will wear lush canopies of green, and violets will dot the countryside. Glancing to my left, I am startled to see a white tailed deer staring at me. A mere ten yards away, blending into the barren trees, her huge brown eyes watch me pass. As I continue rambling, I notice two of her friends, also carefully inspecting me. They, too, must appreciate the coming of Spring.
After forty-five minutes, I step under overarching branches to exit the park. The city streets loom hard and barren in contrast to the park. Walking home, I vow to take the beauty and serenity God’s world home, allowing its beauty to awaken Spring in my soul.