Which Comes First, The Bloom or the Beams?
We always want answers to what comes first. The chicken or the egg, a prime example, isn't even the most interesting one to me. For while chickens and eggs are quite unique in composure, what I want to know is about something far more delicate and relatable to me...
When the sky gets brighter and the weather warms itself, we often say that spring has arrived. Some say it's when the flowers start to bloom, others say it's when the animals start to frolic- but is that when spring arrives? Or is that because it's already here?
Pink petals grow delicately in patterns beyond comprehension. They blossom and grow to make a maze for the sunlight that wants desperately to filter towards the soil below. The tree remains sturdy, standing tall after embracing the harsh cold of winter, and slowly develops it's beautiful new coat for the new season that's come into view.
But when did it come, this sassy new season- the season that longs to surprise us with rain and beams of light at various times. It taunts our sleep with sunlight at hours we've long since grown used to expecting the moon to come out to play- it taunts our noses with smells no longer natural to us.
The spring is not a season, it is a foreign entity. But my question for you is...Was it the beams of spring that came first, or did the blossoms come to tell us it was time for spring to be seen?
Pink petals grow delicately in patterns beyond comprehension. They blossom and grow to make a maze for the sunlight that wants desperately to filter towards the soil below. The tree remains sturdy, standing tall after embracing the harsh cold of winter, and slowly develops it's beautiful new coat for the new season that's come into view.
But when did it come, this sassy new season- the season that longs to surprise us with rain and beams of light at various times. It taunts our sleep with sunlight at hours we've long since grown used to expecting the moon to come out to play- it taunts our noses with smells no longer natural to us.
The spring is not a season, it is a foreign entity. But my question for you is...Was it the beams of spring that came first, or did the blossoms come to tell us it was time for spring to be seen?