And spring's arrived ...

  Spring ... is a smile morning, it's air is the soul of the child's breath ... brat, I believe, every one of us started up, is playing bud, breeze fly ... Spring is the season best of a new beginning. is the season where we can test creative ideas born in the dense mist of hibernation ... exuberant energy, full of boldness captures investors ... Sometimes I sit and think about what a human life is short! ... Everyone's life is like a star ... Top it appears in the sky, the sun is shining and the sky clear or cloudy, and maturity when it melts slowly disappears helpless as a candle flickering ... But like most beautiful is the shining, when he has power, that part of life called childhood ... not a man who once in his life did not know what it means to be a child, did specific things and not childhood knew how to cherish his precious childhood! ... Childhood is characterized by games, smiles, sun holidays and ... ... For each child, holidays are a little piece of heaven ... Then all prichindeii meet with other tank their account, go to church with his grandmother hand and smile ... see what Easter is a treasured celebration of spring ... It is characterized by freshness and resurrection ... Every year is painted eggs red, because red symbolizes the blood of Christ. The church as thousands of people lit candles dance fairy ... Bring the red eggs and collide with joy saying: Christ is risen! Truly risen! ... Each year, Easter, look charming sunset ... As if in a slow dripping ink pot and then paint it again the nature of God as a clear sky ... The Silver Forest, a charming because of its beauty, is a lake of crystal ... In the heat of the sun is golden lilies delights ... The forest is my fairy play ... Scăpătau sunlight through foliage often ... It was like a dream ... recipe for a beautiful child: put some sunshine, a rose petal, a bright star, a drop of rain, some snowflakes, a rainbow, a green field, an endless sea, mother's sweet song, it wise grandmother, and then mix it all with your smile lens! ... It's tic-tac-love, otherwise, others remain dust cloud, ii smiling spring, the dream of ... anything ... but not surprising ... I caress the streams, spoiling me-n rippling grass ... are alive ... hope scent comforts me gentle, spring-mbie me ... breathe snowdrops, kiss my eyes soapte Doina mountain, I rinse ankle-n sun and want more, more .. ..............