Something Miraculous.

It was a morning of closeness,
Bunches of bright, fresh Daffodils
Brightening our room, our hearts, and our souls.
Magic moments of peace, love and togetherness
mellowed us.

Then something miraculous happened.
The sun, the rain, and our Forsythia tree
Conspired quietly to create for us an amazing
Display of spectral magic.

Myriad droplets of shimmering beauty
Suspended from every branch
Bedazzled us with every imagineable hue.
The tree sparkled and flashed Ruby reds,
vibrant Blues, Purples, Pinks and
Ocean Greens of awesome splendour.
Spellbound, we gazed in awe at Nature's
Exquisite showcase.

Then..all too soon, like life,
The show was over,
Beauty fading, then gone, and
Just a stark, sad tree
On a weary Winter's day,
Yearning for the energy of Springtime.

Suddenly, a tiny Blue-Tit flew into its drab branches,
And once again a splash of colour and movement
Gave life to the stillness, the dullness,
A hint of Hope that Spring was near at hand.
 

But a miracle of Nature had occurred,
And the tree once transformed
Will carry the energy deep within its roots forever.

We too, will always remember a mellow morning in February,
When transformation became a triumphant symbol of Beauty, Renewal, Rebirth...
And eternal Hope.