Springs Touch

Only the most eager of young trees dawn their purples and light greens...
The old trees, in their wisdom, remain asleep...
Spring is a fickle season only lasting a couple of months. Unpredictable and fierce is the exit of winter...
The young eager trees reach out to the spring sun, only to have winters icey touch freeze them in the night...
And the old trees... Remain..
Asleep...