On a springtime day

I’ve said it before; I’ll say it again. It’s so easy to become numbed to the complex beauty that surrounds you. Visitors look around, wide-eyed in amazement at the lush forest, the many trees laden with fruit, the flowers, some peeking forth from between leaves, shy to the world, others reaching out in glory and confidence.

Sometimes I must put down my work, take a deep breath of forest breeze, and look. Look up at the sky, the trees, the rustling leaves. Look down at the earth, the rich dark soil, the magnificent roots of the kapok tree, the wandering roots of the breadfruit, the mushrooms and moss, the little plants that go unnoticed. Listen, to the gentle hum of bees, to the chirping of the bananaquit, to the chatter of the “Trushy”. To the wind in the trees, and the lizards in the leaves.

‘Tis a fine Spring day, indeed.