Overhead, in the spring sunshine, the trees whispered together of the glory which descended upon them when the delicate blossoms and leaves began to expand, and the forest glowed the fair, clear colors, as if the dust of thousands of rubies and emeralds were hanging, in soft clouds, above the earth.
The f?lowers, surprised with the joy of beauty, bent their heads to one another, as the wind caressed them, and said, “Sisters, how lovely you have become. You make the day bright.”