Spring

With spring comes sunshine

with spring comes grass stains

with spring comes laughter

under the moonlight

barefoot walks along the water's edge

but spring brings sorrow

the breeze whispers

reminds me I'm not loved back

it carries worries like the breeze

though buds become flowers

some blossoms will wilt

another gentle reminder

that life's beauty

is not met without strife

but perhaps the strife itself

is the most beautiful thing of all.