March 1, 2003

Ah! Thank you my Lord for bringing an end to my waiting and restlessness. Now my branches, long and beautiful will grow more. My tiny little friends would come back to meet me and the pecker would rap a hole in me. He would build within me his ‘home sweet home’ and the canary would hop from one of my branches to another. I can already feel the fresh air blowing away my dried and dead leaves for new growth. My roots would grow longer and pierce more deep in the ground. The frugal leaves that have now fallen down would decay and provide more nutrition for the soil and also the creepy-crawlies beneath my feet. My bark is beginning to grow thicker and soon it will help me grow taller and mightier.

The changes in me which I can feel now would soon be seen by you in the form of nature’s beauty. Soon each atom of me would bloom. It’s my day, it’s my season, and it’s my ‘spring’.

Oh spring, you did wave me goodbye that day when that blood sucking stoat came back to snatch away my elegance and my colours that you bestowed upon me. The day you came back to deliver back the colour to my body and the shine to my face. Don’t I look magnificent in these colours, the rainbow has wrapped around me. The red, blue, green, purple and violet have decorated me like a bride. I am now ‘King of beauty’.

My friends, the flowers have sprouted out of their seedlings bringing up a variety of colours, all bright and fresh. All the gardens are full of them. Tell me Spring, how does it feel to bring about such a spectacular change? It is just heavenly for me. And this isn’t all there is to it. Wait a few months and us trees and plants will bear fruit too. What you see now is just the beginning.

Look now everything is pleasant and exquisite, the milieu is serene and unsullied. The sun exposes itself brightly to add to the beauty. Sometimes the curtain of clouds covers its partially as if it is smiling shyly against the elegance and grace on this earthly plain. Only you, Spring, could have managed to bring about so much grace.

You seem ecstatic and vivacious now. And then during the rest of the season you would prefer lounging under our canopy which spreads widely over the ground, pillared up by our stout trunks. There are smiles and grins cast over your face as you feel deeply the blessings of Saviour God.

But like all good things, my dear Spring, you too can’t last forever. Soon you will wave me goodbye again. The gardens, this heaven, would be abandoned again. The birdie friends would flutter away and I would be left here all alone again. All alone, no one to cheer me up, no one to greet me and no one by my side. My colours shall fade, my leaves shall die, and my fruits shall rot. My beauty, my grace would drag away. Autumn will descend like the angel of death.

But as for now, you are sitting under my shade loving your beautiful surroundings. Because at this very moment, spring does prevail. So what’s the point in mourning now? Cheer up! Enjoy your life. Wipe away those tears. Yes, this life is too short. Everything has to die and nothing can be done to change this.

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