Soft breezes on the horizon. They brush against my skin as a feeling comes over me that has been lost. Summer is nearing. I can hear it in the voices that call as the wind blows through the trees. They are telling a story. The story of new life on the rise. A sight for sore eyes as the gleam from the white snow turns into the shine of the sun. My eyes can hardly handle. I place my hand above eyes and look around as the scenery changes and extended my palm upward and reach towards the sky as if it would greet me. The ground makes its long awaited appearance. Life is being restored into this world as new life blooms. The shadows of the once gray sky is leaving and moving onward. Their marked days are gladly over. The songs of the future are sounding across my view and I can feel it in my soul. Sun, shine brighter. Sky, expand wider. I can feel again. I can feel. Leaves grow faster. Grass, grow thicker. I can feel it. Once the winter is dead and gone my life c