Spring,She has many different emotions and physical traits.
When her flowers bloom the pollen makes allergies act up.
Her rain shows the sadness she feels.
When you think about it she brings sadness.
We destroy her the earth, but she always returns,
rising from the ashes of pollution.
Watered eyes and redness, allergic to our world.
She infuriates us, for we infuriate her;
We strike her, abuse her, own her, taunt her.
Yet she brings peace, she carries the green of new life every year.
Wherever she goes she leaves her happiness, her warm breeze,
Lightly moving the pink and white buds of life.
But only to remind us of what is broken,
And corrupt in this wound;
The burning that scars her.
But she giggles as the bears awaken from their winter slumber,
Moseying out of bed like teenagers on a Monday morning.
We treat her like ****, and she loves us still.
Spring is mother natures daughter in her heart forever.
Now she sits watching us sad and lonely as other seasons corrupt us and take us from her.
But she can only wait for us to return.