Every winter, it seems like summer will never come. When looking out the window at the snow and ice, one wonders how there could ever be flowers or warm sunny days ahead. But then, at last, the seasons change. The flowers, that it seemed would never reappear, burst forth even stronger and brighter than the year before. Each flower arrives in its own time, almost speaking as you meander past. They seem to be whispering a joyful song to the human heart. There is life. There is hope. There is beauty. When the world appears cold, dark and barren, life is bubbling, just beneath the surface, waiting to spring forth, just at the moment you thought it impossible.