Mid-June. I see and feel spring ripening; reaching and stretching for the pinnacle of full blossom... as I pass; as I run and the world speaks to my heart in a thousand voices. The green is still unsullied and new, rich with the force of life. The trees don’t speak, but I know what they are saying, up there, up high, when they celebrate the morning and clap their leafy hands and chime their praises under moon and sun. My heart soars and my soul applaud in total recognition and gratitude to the Creator—oh, good, all-powerful, almighty friend. I praise Thee.