The smell of spring
Luring in the wind
Makes you look up
At the blue clear sky
Makes you think of life

The trees blossoming slowly
The green becoming more lively
The birds singing more clearly
The wind's hand becoming softer
As the sun rays glow brightly.

Nature is screaming of life again
It's resurrected in time, no matter what winter she faced.
She left it behind, not missing a tick on the clock
She moved to spring, not being late, even for a bit

Life goes on

Life goes on

Whoever is dead now
Will one day feel alive again

It's an endless circle

But humans aren't like nature
We don't have a specific time frame to follow

We can be cold in summer
Dead in spring
Happy in winter
And warm in autumn

We can be sad in all, over and over without being able to see the end.

However no matter how many times we skip spring, no matter how many years we never get to feel the lively seasons, no matter how late we get

If you live, you will meet them again.

Because as you are alive, nothing is absolute
And that means that sadness won't be either.

[not sure if this can be considered a poem but they sure are some random thoughts of mine]