I love the spring.
The summer and the warm weather.
The green grass and the bumble bees.
I know someday I'll be sad again.
Maybe when the cold returns, freezing all feelings of happiness.
Or maybe when you realize and see my flaws as an open book before your eyes
or when you get bored and leave me to love another.
Or maybe when we're old and life cruelly takes you before the heavens do me
but for now as the weather gets better so do I.
The sun in smiling and so am I.