Crazy World

At night I walk and look up into the trees.

Neon green buds spark against the dark blue sky. While dogwood flowers and cherry blossoms rain down as the wind blows. There is no time of the year to feel more alive than spring.

It makes the growing pains, the sorrow, the unknown all the more striking.

But it makes the days and the sunsets and the nights all the more glorious.

Here's to spring.