You are needed down here on earth. It is time to dress my plant
children, and give them work to do. The birds must be called back from
the South, and the cocooons must be opened so that my butterflies can
come out. I shall have to make good soil and get my clover beds ready
for the honey makers. Come at once, as some have been sleeping too long
already. Whisper to the trees as you pass that it is time they were
budding, Be gentle with all, for they are my children, and I love them.