In sweet Springtime the fields are abuzz, while the breeze whispers the scattered secrets of compassionate couples, who met during the season.
A picturesque paradise, is peppered with flowers that gracefully sway atop the rolling hills with their blooms held high, colorful and confident.
Forest leaves rustle quietly sighing softly like a lover dreaming of their soulmate, as birds flit between branches, making their humble abode in the boughs of fond memories.
Spring rejoices for a while, bringing beauty out of burrows and sprouting the shyest of seeds before it carefully takes the earth, and almost reluctantly, places it into Summer's waiting hands, as it wholeheartedly promises to return once again as it always has, every year.
Spring is my favorite season, as it always returns when needed the most. And it keeps its promises better than a lot of people.