All the shades of green
Softly falling like someone draping fresh sheets on a bed
Tiny unfolding fingers and toes digging into the ground
For the first time
Crunching, grabbing, and crumbling all the old memories of autumn and winter
Letting them blow away in the breeze born this morning
No remorse
No Bitterness
No unforgiveness
Just enjoyment and thanksgiving for all the shades of green
by: A.E. Hannigan
Heard It with My Eyes 