Once upon a time, there was this women. She went about her life in an emotional rollercoaster.

‘Today is a beautiful day*, she thought.

‘Oh, look at the tulips” she thought.

Some so red that they appear to be glowing as the bright son touches it’s petals/body.

The trees are beginning bloom their leaves. Hmmm just noticed that.

Before, I was in the mist of winter with naked, skeletons of trees that looked petrified. Almost dead. When suddenly, poof, it was Spring.

Now their arms are holding beautiful green leaves.

She felt good discovering that.

She looked up to the sky and marveled at the blue and closed her eyes.Then she listened to the sounds of Mother Nature.

She felt the warmth of the sun while listening to a song coming from the birds.

Then they were talking in bird talk. A few little chirps to her upper right. Then, silence followed by, almost an echo from her upper left. She wondered if anyone was into interpreting bird language?

Then she felt something upon her face, her cheeks and realized that they were tears.

She opened her eyes and the beauty that had just been laid before her was all a blur. Out of focus for she had been weeping.

Oh but, why?