Spring

A reflection on the gift that spring can be: "For a long time I wandered through a landscape, through a harsh winter, where everything seemed dead. Where the wind was always bitterly cold. Where no light existed, only darkness. Bare trees, branches without leaves. A winter over a frozen landscape, where no streams could flow, for their waters were frozen. Where everything lay in a deep slumber. Yes, for a long time I wandered through this landscape. Today I was given a gift. Spring arrived. Suddenly, the waters of the streams began to break free from their frozen grip. Snow began to thaw. The first spring flowers started to emerge. Delicate new leaves began to unfold. The first song of spring from a small bird could be heard. Today I was given a gift. Spring is here!" The inspiration for this melody. From my personal reflections /Michael