Spring, is a time of love
a time of nurture
it is in the heart
always waiting, just as the blossoms peak
from there long winter over.

All starts anew, fresh, bright, colorful
a proof that life, forever giving returns
not lost in a cyclic venture,
but a predictable cosmic evolution,
as powerful as the heavens themselves.

A passion, a desire, a longing, a yearning
loves magnatism, the sense of two
that are one, in mind, heart
petals struggle to reach the sun,
nourishment for the soul, for the inner strength,
ecah needs the other to be complete.

Beauty, tenderness
have arrived to share the universe
one wonders, then knows, it is made to be