Spring
No matter how many springs have blossomed before our eyes, the power of the season to provoke emotion and thought is never diminished. Spring is not mere deliverance from cold and darkness and the scent of sterility into warmth and light and floral fragrance. Spring is the metaphor for the hope of the human heart: that life will prevail over death.
We have known this from the beginning: the seed must grow cold and hard, must fall to the ground and be buried; the tree must be reduced to a leafless skeleton. Only then can the seed sprout and rise from the soil; the first buds erupt from the tree’s bony fingers. Death is the dark thread woven throughout the fabric of the world. Without it, the thread of life would be less vibrant.