0 VALLEY SPRINGS FORTH

As the flaming orb commences its radiance upon the burgeoning bloom, I ride upon spokes and rubber slaughtering the foggy gloom.

Albeit with its gnarled, skeletal arms, orchards are offering within its welcoming palms, hues of pinks, violets, ivories and lavenders, a view to be harnessed by the irises that enhances my admiration of her wonders.

The beastly flair of my nostrils, greedily breathing in the rustic aromatics of terra firma, coupled with the subtle perfume of flora, I travel in search for the utmost waft that will champion this majestic basin and its denizens to find its sensible aura.

Dew drops upon coveted soil, orchestrating a soaring aria that will trumpet the arrival of the season, the whirring beneath me, collaborating with the gravelly asphalt dividing these shapely, cornucopian bastions of sustenance reinforces reason.

Halting progressive motion, I caress the silkiness of a blossom, exploring its structure that it shall reach fruition of its soul, aided by bees, sun and water as its servants, the flower will rise as spirit, as the harvest to come looms, its nourishment on this morn is foretold.

Such a fleshy sphere of a feast, savoring its purity upon my palette, a delectable pleasure, an electric charge surging through gray matter, a priceless worth, my comeuppance of understanding her methods of how paramount this valley springs forth.

--Noel G., 40