When Spring Falls

When Spring falls, I’m gonna bounce around with a smile as big as the sun that shines upon my face.
I’m gonna lay in the grass, watch clouds pass, as I think about going to the beach.

When Spring falls, I won't complain about financial strain, I’ll turn off the news, go out, and play.

Maybe baseball, just like the old days, or golf, because of my old age.

Either way, when Spring falls, there’s no time to waste, because Summer leaves as quick as it came,
then Fall comes around, hinting of Winter’s pain.

I wrote this the other day after hearing a haiku from my friend Chelsea that she wrote. In that poem she used the words "when Spring falls". It instantly stung my creative nerves. I told her that I was going to steal it, great poets steal. What that means is a great poet is always listening and observing, then taking and creating something very unique and solely owned. Words are so powerful, vast and beautiful when used this way. I wish to be a great poet, so I steal whenever I can. So, thank you Chelsea for the inspiration.