Winners in the ❝Falling In Love With Spring❞ contest,

Day one of spring is always the sunniest. It's finally warm enough to step outside without a heavy coat and enjoy the gentle breeze on my skin. Spring means the harvesting and rebirth of many beautiful things gifted to mankind by mother nature. The most beautiful thing of all is my own personal gift from mother nature: a baby. I place my hand gently on my rounded belly as I watch a bird in its bath. My little one gives me a strong nudge. I have waited nine long months for my baby bud to blossom into a beautiful flower.

By: @MIMILOVERR_

As the golden radiance greeted with a smile was the moment I've heeded the nature's dance. Birds soar with the wind as I pondered another breath. To be in touch with the flowers' vibrance is my deepest ambrosia... To be one with the feeling is a transcendental desire... and for every second, every minute of us are the memories that blossom within our innocent hearts forever. The dreams of yesterday may have soothe us with peace, openness, and compassion... the hopes of tomorrow may look forward towards a new, promising chapter... and all we have is a present to foster.

By: @kurzach

Steam and dew mixed with flowery chills, a touch so tender and delightful. Heating pads of fingertips, lacing together; warm like chocolate raves of my waves, sweet like the myriad of colours. Blossoms and blooms, a basket full of 'shrooms. Exuberance, I sit for the roses. Once for the posies, twice for the daisies. Thrice for the bailey-s, and for all the other crazies. "Flower for you, flowerets for two." From creaking benches I observe a cart of buds. Chirping bright songbirds, ethereal words, fluttering around the petals. Bird after bird, a beauty and another. Spring, is the bringer of singers.

By: @InEssenceOfPotatoes