As the pinks of spring drain in the streams,
The sun shines cheering all the greens ,
As the burns become too many, the droplets come down,
Appeasing and calming the blisters of the warm walks
The colors are soon added with the brights all around
But are a preface of the quietness of white knocking soon.
As my pen moves across the lines, thoughts cloud my mind
My heart realizes and sorts so many answers all together
Asks when you know the seasons change for a reason too big
Why do you shy away from the autumns and summers
Why not pedal harder towards the spring each time !!!
