All the world is bleak, cold, black and white and blue and brown and gray. No creature stirs, the light is dim, and silence reigns over the world - silence so absolute, so deafening, it is a physical presence, a suffocating pressure, and all over still. A doe looks on, impatient.
A low, sweet note breaks the silence. A single, green shoot rises from the mire. A few more, a hundred more, a mass of tiny green buds, all softly sprouting, tuning up, producing a chord in unison, carpet the ground.
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https://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/imag ... _kitty.gif[/imgright]A strong note sounds as the first of the plants suddenly explode into growth, hailing an outburst of blossoming, unfurling green all over.
The mosses and lichens lay down a bassline, with trees and soft grasses and ferns and vines interweaving and twinning together, forming an upbeat melody, spontaneous and catchy. the weeds, the kudzu and the sawgrass add their own, occasionally sour tones, with flowers and berries so sharp and high and sweet, spreading their lacy soprano over everything as they joined the chorus.
The song rises, and rises, and rises, as the plants grow and swell from tiny buds to their full blossom. From there, the melody slows, still sweet and glorious, but the opening bars of the tune - that sweet, promising song of spring, with all the hope and potential for the coming Summer rising so suddenly from the silence and chill of Winter - that is what she holds dear in her heart.