Walking very slowly, for trees are never in a rush, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
New dawn, at the end of a blue light night and stars bright white. Slowly rise in the east days of splendor warm and green, where first rain falls on soft new leaves, where winter's sleep is gently washed away and rich colors are once again be seen. It is on such a day that spring and sun awaken bare trees and say “Come, come, wake up you shall from winter's rest and be filled with zest.” Hence they stretch their branches, slight, lift their roots and begin to wade through March's nectar of liquid light. Treading lightly and slow, for trees are never in a rush, while being very hush they dip their roots into the refreshing flow.
Their trunks thus filled with vigor they suddenly grow bigger! Robed now in magnificent garments they hail all those flying up high, all those up in the sky, those fluttering in the heavens above, every bird of song and every dove. Very soon, it won't be long, their emerald crowns will resound with melodies of spring, filling the hearts of trees and men and every living thing with joyful song.
© Thorsten Becker
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