The grass is not so sure. It offers forth a green, maybe two as an offering for the goddess of spring. Mother Nature blushes with her curious glory. Some trees are boldenough to open an eye, certain lovely flowers too- peeking out above the dead and gone... watching, waiting patiently for their stage cue. The sky is brighter day by day... creatures big and small come out to play. Their intuition is strong and pure, but the grass is not so sure.