spring

You make me wish spring would never end.

Where the warmth of beautiful sunshine peeks shyly in between the branch of old willow trees at the park with blooming azaleas around, where an old couple sitting on the bench staring at the crystal clear sky with white-breast birds tiptoeing toward them hoping to be fed.

The spring, where gentle wind blows and delivers the scent of new life, where people start planting something green and colorful on their backyard, where people switch their drinks into fresh brewed iced coffee, where flowers start to bloom beautifully, and where everything always seems warm and nice.

You make me wish I lived in any four season country.

Where I can eat ice cream and popsicles in sunny days of summer, where I can pick a fallen maple leaf and put it between the pages of Rain Chudori’s book of which a line or two reminds me of you in fall, where I can wear thick coat and walk tremulously on the snow in winter, and where I can go picnic at the park and bring my cats along to play with in spring; moreover, where it makes you near.

You make me wish what’s best for you, anytime, anywhere, anyhow, because you deserve what’s best in this entire world.

This is the least thing I can do, you know that?

You make what’s pretty become prettier.

You make grey sky become a little bluish with cotton candy clouds.

You make birds chirp a harmonious melody.

You make me wish the universe would always revolve around you, gave everything it could and made you feel better.

You make me wish the smile on yours would never fade.

You make me wish the spring would never end,

You make me think that you are forever spring.

Yet I’m still living far, far away in a two season country.