The spring is here
we can hear it in her footsteps as she runs around the garden
chasing butterflies,dancing around the trees...standing with her arms wide open,welcoming the breeze.
Spring is here we know as we watch the flowers dance to the duet of her voice,mimicking the sound of birds in the trees.
Spring is in the eyes of her grandparents as they welcome the child

And when she leaves she takes the spring along and then the rain begins to drum the roofs,as tho to drown out the cry of hearts that follow the child back to where she came from