Since time flies so quick as lightning, I can’t cease day dreaming about when midday is soothing, air is milder, flowers blooming and nature wears a kinder look. The freshness of this season squashes the cares of the soul as birds break their silence and start humming filling the air with great delight. I get a little carried away with dubbing about this season for poetry might be born in spring. I’m thrilled that I will start to strut lighter clothes outside without the fear of getting frost bitten.