Spring

As the frost melts, a promise unfolds, a tapestry of colors, unfurling in vibrant whispers.

Buds swell and bloom, a riot of life commanding attention amidst the silence, a resurrection from slumber.

The air is thick with perfume, a kiss of blossoms dancing, as nature hums a tune, a rhythm of joyful beginnings.

And beneath the surface, roots stir from their rest, a conduit of energy draining the richness of the earth, a celebration of being.

In this rebirth, a collective sigh erupts, a harmony of existence resonates in every corner, in everything, we find that nature remembers.

— Umberto Boccioni

• Umberto Boccioni