Spring always brings back life to the world; when the trees regrow their leaves, and the grass grows emerald-verdancy across the ground. Flowers bloom, a brusting array of colors and scents, the sweetest perfume wafted across the meadows by gentle breezes. Their hearts were glad; the rejoicing of nasture brought back to full circle of life by the warm sun and the change of the season. But could it not stay this way forever? Could the world not be forever green? |
