. . There comes a day when a spring season begins though its not march. . . A flower blooms, little water stream traces softly an indentation over a soft earth's skin. . . Great soul-takin smell rises, some birds gather around and sing. . A rabbit, an antelope. . Sky goes so charming blue. . . And the sun tender and mercifull. . . And your there, layin near the stream. . Your marble white arm reachin out stirring circles in the cool water. . . Roses bloom more. . . God is happy. . And all i can do is watch. . . It is a Happy birthday .. . . Maxim