In the damp earth, a treasure lies, a seedling cracks, a fragile promise, a quiet rebellion against the silence of the winter.

Nature stirs, wakes, a riot of colors exploding, each petal a shout of life against the backdrop of gray. The soul breathes, a communion with the sun, a Dadaist applause, a moment of truth emerges.

Birdsong breaks, a spontaneous serenade, while the breeze dips low, twirling to the tune of soft murmurs, a sacred symphony, a melody lost in time.

What joys remain in this thriving network, a wild dance of existence, a web of interconnections, where the earth speaks, every time it rains.

Let me be here, in the arms of nature, cradled in the hum of color, a witness to wonder, a child at play, wrapped in the absurdity of being alive.

• Alice Toklas