Spring, what a season!
How come I am in shock, though?
It always has been

Temperature rising
and the weather changing lots
With rain in between

April starts it off
The rain, the tears, the sadness
But with hopes to come

May, the bloom of spring
Relief comes in to fill the voids
Caused by the sadness

The sun, fully out
spreads its beams of joy over
The flowery greens

The birds, they’re chirping
The bees, they’re pollinating
And the kids can play

June’s in full swing now
The sun, once a miracle
Now becomes boring

The heat! Oh, the heat!
Why did we want this before?
I want the cold back!

What’s the point of this?
While joy seems good and grief bad
You want a balance

Oh, and one more thing!
While rain seems like a bad thing
That’s what makes flowers