The fragrance of flower petals,

The gentle swaying of leaves,

The distant bustling of the city.

It’s these three little things that let me know Spring is he- wait…,

No, there’s four.

“What’s the fourth?”

Your smile.

After all your favorite season is Spring,

So you end up smiling more during this time of year,

And when other seasons roll by, it dims ever so slightly.

It’s like Spring holds your smile,

Until it returns once again.

_blushes~_