Spring

The flowers that grow in the spring.
They leave me breathless.
I like how the birds would
Mirror what I feel
In my heart.
But what's so special of spring?
It's just a season
That came and went.
I find peace in its beauty.
I seek its true nature.
Full of magnificent wonders
To yet jump at me
And will always surprise.
Just to pounce on me
From the very beginning.
I find it hard to say
That spring might at well
Be my favorite season.
The songs they play,
And the displays of harmony.
Wrapped into this one word.
Spring.