Of all my reasons,
Spring is my first and favorite seasons.
To see the blue water shine in the sun,
or the green trees inviting a climb—oh, what fun!
The air is cool and I am without thought,
As I sleep on the rock which aren't yet too hot.
And I wake to see endless fields of green grass,
Not faded pastures or a leaf-covered mass.
This is why Spring is my first and favorite of seasons.
Summer, Fall, and Winter? All have lesser reasons.
