it was early in the morning. i was walking along a pebble path, enjoying the unique tranquility and freshness of the early spring. the path was surrounded by a fresh meadow with some bright scattered primroses. dew glittered upon the grass and the aroma of the soil pervaded the air.
among the grasses, primroses danced with the beat of wind while the gentle caresses of the sun deepened their blush. looking forward, we could see trees stretching their branches, which scrambled to get more sunlight.with a gust of wind, they waved their arms elegantly and whispered to each other. as i looked up at a branch, i was surprised to find a bird nest there and heard the timid new born creatures calling. they must be curious about the world around them and wondered where they came from, i surmised.
as i walked, i heard the talk of the wind and smelt the freshness of the air. with the coming of spring, tender leaves and newly sprouted buds unfolded. flowers were in their full bloom and canopies began to darken. nature showed me a world of new beginning and new hope, and a feeling arose inside me.