Arise, it is Spring

Oh my Lemurian Abbey are you really here waiting for me! But alas! Time has stopped and spring has not burst forth on the Abbey grounds. Unless it is only me that is not seeing. Seems that the bluebells should be swaying by now. Have I left you lying fallow for too long, my sweet Lemuria? Dare I now dream again of you until my believing causes you to awaken? If there was a hope that I would cling to, it would be you.

Your Loving, Wayward child, Tren