INVERSE VANDALISM

The enchanting scent of first summer grass pins me to the earth swooning.
Not one sacred avian beast has ceased to sing since we revolved into place this perfect dawn.
I cannot give enough praise.
All I can do is completely love you and tend to your needs.
All I can do is strive to be kind, compassionate, tolerant.
My skin feels as if its melting into the solar light raining down upon me.
Winter is finally over.
A sun colored butterfly just lighted on my pen, and three feet away, a small green snake sits waiting.
All I can do is smile.