I walk along cow pasture horizons, greeted by a young herd of black Spring heifers. Lush green grass carpets hilltops, as far as the view can conceive. Serenity surrounds me with only the sounds of sweet songbirds, and two bull cows mooing.
I walk along an old dirt railroad track, through rows of giant sycamore trees. A purple spotted monarch flutters ahead, resting on dead fallen leaves. I capture her beauty as she spreads decorative wings.
While white tree blossoms reach for a twilight sky, grateful am I to be here alive. To witness all I see, as Spring sheds her bounty.