Prompt: Personify a Season
Spring is beautiful. She wears dresses everyday; she doesn't own pants. She wears blue to remember the forget-me-nots. She wears pink for the cherry blossoms, purple for the lilacs. She dances in the fields of newly-bloomed daises; swims in a warm sea of marigolds.
But then she goes away, hibernates. She's there one second and gone the next. We all want her to leave so Summer can come. But then Fall comes, and then Winter. By then all we want is Spring to come back. And she always does. She's so gullible.
When we kick winter out, Spring comes to our side and makes everything and everyone come alive. The bears wake up from their deep slumber. The flowers yawn and stretch their limbs. The salmon push upstream. People step onto their porch with a cup of whispering coffee and smile in the fresh sunlight. Everything comes alive.
Spring does that. But then we want her gone. So she leaves. But she comes every time.
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