Dandelion
I sit beneath the shade of an elm. As the beams of the sun make their way through the leafy branches and warm my face I admire the early signs of spring. The grass is lush and green, the flowers are alive with the buzz of bees floating in and out of their vibrant petals. A bird darts into the woods to find it's home among the trees. It's a cardinal. His red feathers stand brilliant amid the colors of the woods. A breeze blows with a delicate determination. The branch on which the cardinal rests... Sign in to see full entry.