Spring

Spring drew closer, warming my soul once more. Inspiring rays of hope enticed my life to renewal. With spirits soaring, happiness ordered depression to exit down his murky tunnel. Hopes of resurgence dawned an unsullied season. Life began to digest a fresh new countenance, and I was alive! Birds singing ecstasy of dawn satiated the sky with harmony. Bees buzzing around diligently sipped life’s delectable nectar. But spring began to fade. Flowers paled and drooped, trying to hold on to their awakening, one very last moment; clinging to their brilliancy, one more time. Grass, browned and bristled, once yielding and kindhearted, now scratched and wounded, exasperating all navigators of terrain. My heart wept. Spring departed in silence, saddening my life. Missing the sparkle, I despaired over my failure, to save the flowers, to preserve the spring with all its splendor. Spring: a replica, in part, of life: unforgettable climaxes, effervescent infusions filling our vessels. Life lived to the fullest, blooming diversity anew, providing a pleasing display. Spring’s flowers of love suddenly breathe their last breath and die, but a promise is buried deep within: They will return!