It's time.

I'm ready.

The snows melted, and the ground is wet and muddy.

The moths will come out of their cocoons soon.

The sun is shining, and my roots are holding strong and fast.

My leaves are nice and pokey, so it's only a matter of confidence.

But I'm not very confident.

Maybe I should wait?

The moths will still be here, and the water will still flow.

Right?

I would be fine waiting.

So why shouldn't I?

I should.

But the early spring sun, not to cold or hot, being a sign of hope.

Yea, it would be nice to be a sign of...