Spring in the eyes of a complex person

An odd description of Spring.

Simply spring

The sun beating down on the shoulders of rebirth.
The warmth of life babbling in every brook.
Blooms opening to the beat of laughter
Animals grazing on leftover perseverance.
Grass rising to loves suductive tune.
Bloom being swept away by the smiles of another day.
Butterflies soaring in time to the pitter-patter of little feet.

In the eye of a complex person