These pools that, though in forests still reflectThe total sky almost without defect,And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,And yet, not out by any brook or river,But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.
The trees that have it in their pent up budsTo darken nature and be summer woods -Let them think twice before they use their powersTo blot out and drink up and sweep awayThese flowery waters and these watery flowersFrom snow that melted only yesterday.
- Robert Frost -
Spring will be here by the time most of you read this, my friends. Sunshine, flowers, picnics in the park. I can feel it and my heart is glad.