"Beauty easily evokes Love."

The gentlest of winds, warms and silken soft as only wind in the first week of May can be, shaves my faces with delight.
An old green pine tree bobs solemnly in response to the warm wind.
Rose bushes proceed with greening commitment to their red cause yet to burst.
Small, tiny green blossoms of some sort carpet the ground at my feet.
A white butterfly beats it's way past me as a sparrow chirps from a tree.