Spring Signifies Life In Some Inconceivable Aspect

Relished thoughts remain in cheerful hearts not ridden by storms; they protect them always be it pain, or be it joy: then, can spring signify life in some inconceivable aspect and promises excitement for all and each one, not walking the extra mile and trip on stones that annoy? Ah, avoiding strides accomplishes none! Do false lovers deceive and take what's not theirs? Do their empty promises bring delusion or allusion... when hastiness aggrieves and they think it's transitive to meditate on a substitution? Unpleasant thoughts darken the mind, they spread a veil of opaque certainty across the eyes that can't see with clarity... that one needs to achieve something grand by discerning that spring signifies life in some inconceivable aspect, who can assert that all seasons are unchangeable and perfect?