Spring doesn’t come because we make it to.

It comes in its

own time
Follows its own rhythm
And bids us farewell
once its ready to leave.

Spring doesn’t come because we make it to.

So patience my dear friend.
Spring will come again,
Whether we slumber or rush
why not enjoy its touch
and let it pass by as it will.

Spring doesn’t come because we make it to.

-poem by 雅玲