Spring not only brings warmth and beauty but reminds us of the power of kindness, says the writer.
AS THE invisible snowflakes in the air begin to disappear, the sunlight somehow feels a little warmer. The presence of spring does not arrive quietly; it blooms with splendour in odd places, too, from the cracks of broken rooftops to the potholes in our roads. The spring rains are reminiscent of a beautiful promise existing in nature, and the history of this universe, where a storm has never lasted forever. The sun keeps rising like a fresh coat of paint over the wilting flowers, turning a walk outside into a living portrait.
This is not a season of reflection; it is a season that brings appreciation. The nature of it carries metaphors that become poetry in sight. It is important to walk barefoot on the grass, to feel the essence of the ground we often take for granted, and to smell the flowers. The air is much sweeter when we look around with the intention to admire.
Let me tell you a little story.
Lara, the little girl, had green fingers, the power to grow the most beautiful flowers. She was taught how to sprinkle seeds and watch them bloom into her own garden.
