A little boy was walking with his mother along a pathway in the park. The birds chirped, and the sun gleamed warmly through the bare branches of the trees.
"Mom look!" squealed the boy in delight as he pointed to a yellow flower peeking through the dry underbrush.
"The flowers have been hiding" he exclaimed pointing at a tiny yellow flower. "The daffodil is waking from its winter's sleep," said the mother, as a squirrel climbed the nearby tree and disappeared among the budding branches.