With having recently entered Spring I felt compelled to write about it, as my heart so desired to put my feelings into words.

Winter is a cold and desolate place,
Where you go only because you must.
Waiting patiently for the leap to come,
The leap into Spring, not a forceful ******.

The warm embrace of a sun-kissed tomorrow,
Waking you to the aura of newly blossomed flowers.
You have been asleep a long time,
Not for minutes, but thousands of hours.

They speak of Spring being a time of love,
Time to appreciate people, make them feel elite.
I find it difficult to do so,
With all this nature at my feet.

It's time to leave this place now,
Nothing lasts forever.
However I will be back next year,
But for now it's back to Nether.