"I see you anew. As if you were the springtime, each year more green and beautiful.
Before, I knew you as a little flower searching for the sun amongst the trees.
I (being young) left for a winter and upon my return I found you grown, full of color and experience.
The storms and rains of the winter gave you the wisdom of an eagle.
Now you are the most beautiful flower, the flower of my spring."
-Coulter Neale (Original)
