This partial quote struck me this morning as quite wonderful in its imagery and poetic language.
To be born naked under stars,
shielded by a cloak of greening trees
beneath the blue vault of sky—
to feel the first spring rain,
gentle on this tender skin, to know
the scent of crocus bud and hyacinth—
and remember always I am a child of Spring.
CAS Jan. 30, 2015