Spring

Season of flowers.

It blossoms and yields glow, color, and perfume.

Then it wilts.

But in its reign,

It flourishes as if there is no tomorrow.

Season of love.

It intensifies each and every desire, affection, kiss...  

Then it softens.

But in its reign,

It loves as if there is no tomorrow.

Season of life.

It fills of hope each being and happening.

Then it floods.

But in its reign,

It lives as if there is no tomorrow.

Season one,

The beginning of a cycle,

A new era origin.

But in its reign,

It is only known as Spring.