Slice of Life Day 3

What does it mean to love a season?

In the early morning chill I feel alive.

I listen and watch the birds return.

I notice the beginnings of plants shooting upward.

And trees beginning to develop buds.

Spring peepers loudly sing their chorus.

What does it mean to love a season?

I need to experience it.

I want to know everything about it.

I want to savor every moment spent it in.

I want to protect it so it will be here long after I am gone.