It sprung forth from the ground, the last bloom of the season. It grew beneath the chilled September sky, face stretching towards every last bit of light it could reach. It could not prevail. As the sun set that very first day that it greeted the world, it too reached that endless sleep that marked the end of life itself.
summer winter fall. seasons, flowers. trees grass bugs mud puddles rain walking sun clouds smiles puppies rain boots. exciting because summer is coming.
shy
spring is a beautiful thing. to find love in the spring is to combine two beautiful aspects of life together. fulfilling voids that the winter left us when it took away that beauty.
maddie
I was born in the spring. right in the middle of it. Adolescense is the spring of our lives, when lust and labor are finally born, like pollen in the air, itching in your nose.
Oh my gosh spring happens sometimes guys. Like after winter and before summer. Obscene, isn’t it? Quite so, my dear. Other ways of being ‘spring-y’. Well. You could ‘spring’ out of bed. Or you could play with a spring. Maybe it’d be a bed spring. I don’t know. It could be anything, really. Springy, that is. Spring spring spring. Flowers bloom in spring… but no /all/ flowers. Some bloom at other times. It’s true. Look it up. Use wikipedia or something. I don’t know, you figure it out. I suppose I am almost finished here. I guess I’ll spring out the door, maybe to bed or something. Bam.
Hi
a time when the flowers bloom and the sun starts to come out. The weather starts to get nicer and everyone starts to become a happier person. The season before summer. Butterflies are always flying around.
Cassie
Take a leap. Use something to make that leap count–make it a big one. Don’t worry about form, just feel flight. Feel propelled upward, forward, everward. Take advantage of the things that can help you fly. You don’t need to figure it out. Risk brings reward exponentially. You’ll land, eventually. But you will always remember that forward motion.
Joan
it was spring time in canada. i danced with the chipmunks, and ate with the squirrels. life was wild, i was free, and pants were not required. my kinda living.
Bella, 14.
Spring into action, spring is here. Some springs look pretty cool. I’m not sure if I am feeling this work, or is I am feeling stream of consciousness today. Done.
Spring is where you run with no shoes in the wet grass and when you smell the blooming flowers all around you. Seeing the millions of colors to choose
amy
There was a gate between the meadow and the factories. It opened to a long, ominous walkway with cement walls encroaching on both sides. After a moment’s hesitation, Tim opened the gate and walked through.
He needed answers. For starters, where was he? Maybe someone in the factories would know. It was time to spring into action.
Spring is where butterfly, grasses, flowers, and every thing nature provides become lively. Spring is when the weather is nice and can go out and play. ;D spring is day light savings -.- waking up an hour early sucks man.
anna
jumping up and down
a spring mattress
flowers girls jumping
spring, beautiful weather, lots of greens and sunshine
warm weather
warm sun rays hitting you while you bike ride
warmth, but still a little chilly so you gotta wear a jacket
spring and jump
springing
spring in your step
tide deodarant scent
Liz
Spring is a very nice season. It’s not like summer, fall, or winter because it rains more, and it isn’t as warm as the summer. It’s the season in between winter and summer, so the weather is in between those two season’s weathers. People usually use
Stephanie
spring into motion, spring up your steps. get moving. off the couch and onto living your life with enthusiasm and adventure! GO for it!
Alyssa Fator
Spring is not in the air. But I have a spring in my step, as I take a leap of faith out the window across the glass that separates me from the rest of the universe. They said believe, and so I tried. They said faith, doll, faith. And I told them to run backwards with their eyes closed; that would teach them about faith.
And then I went and slept in the autumn leaves, because it’s not spring, and the spring in my step will only stay a little while longer.
spring you get to wear pretty dresses. you go on easter egg hunts. you get your family together. flower bloom. everything starts to go green after winter.
trees, leaves in the air. So many different colors, beautiful monsoon. It does so happen that this is the most romantic seasons of them all. It also symbolizes peace and serenity for me, inspiring creativity in various fields.
yash
Spring is one of the most beautiful times of the year. It’s one of four seasons; following winter and preceding summer. It gives us a chance to recover from our frost-bitten fingers and toes
joanne
spring is a great time. the birds are chirping and the sun is shining and everything is new! I love spring because that is the time when we have a chance to start over. we can forget all of the hardships of winter because spring is here and it is time to be happy again.
Amelia
The snow finally was beginning to melt, dripping away and revealing new life underneath. Green leaves and pink flowers were beginning to bud. Life was beginning anew. Almost as though she had been given another chance.
He knew he should have been grateful. Hand-me-down or not, having a mattress was better than sleeping right on the floor. But there was one spring poking clear through the top, and another two through the bottom. He had to fold himself up into an almost-impossible S-shape to avoid being stabbed, and this surely did not make him feel grateful.
I learned the word for the smell of rain in the air today. But I forgot it. That is the essence of spring, the rain. An eternal cycle, never disrupted or change. How beautiful one can find simplicity of one can examine it.
It was springtime, but her mind was transfixed on autumn.
Oh, when will it be autumn again?
A fresh riming of the seasons, that’s all she wanted.
Anonymous
I fumbled with the twisted piece of metal, pushing and squeezing I tried to force it into that little place between working and perfectly. It rebounded and shot across the room, nearly hitting the cat, and falling with a quiet ring in the china on the shelf. The clock in front of me fell to pieces.
Spring is my favorite season. The trees and flowers are blooming. The air is calm. Spring is a time of new life. Birds are born and the dull winter is over. Spring is like waking up and being born again.
Laura
Rain. It rained and rained it rained. She stared outside the window and tried to remember the last time it wasn’t wet. When was the last time the world didn’t cry? She couldn’t remember.
Her father knocked quietly on the door.
“Come in”
“It will always be raining.”
“Maybe.”
spring is not my favorite season – not by a long shot, I don’t care much about it. just like I don’t care much for anything. summer isn’t any better. neither is fall. it’s always winter that takes my breath away and makes me fall in love, once -just once- but every single year.
The boy with horns whispered, and told me he was Spring.
I have circles under my eyes, holding the star-lit dreams that I never claimed. They’re brimming with a thousand memories I’ll never have and sometimes their ashes are left behind in the creases of the books I use instead of pillows, and sometimes in the creases of my eyelids.
Spring. Sprung. The season. The object. Springing into action, the super-hero was there to save the day. Spring is in the air. The flowers are blooming, the birds are chirping, my allergies are raging :) Good stuff. Spring is a time of new birth and Easter… and babies. And flowers. And prettiness. Vivaldi’s Four Seasons Symphony?
Calla sighed.
Spring.
Best time of the year.
When all the animals came out and the leaves were at their prettiest.
Flowers bloomed and looked their prettiest now too.
She smiled.
Yami came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek.
Spring was truly the best~
Calla
Spring! Spring is all flowers and joy and happiness! There’s new growth, and life starts to become more present. Right?!
WRONG. Because it always freaking rains. ALL THE TIME. Mud=seriously annoying. Especially when it ruins your favorite pair of shoes.
Can you tell I’m female by that last sentence there? :)
Sarah
a small, cool mountain spring trickled down from the tall mountain. I dipped my hand in it, the cold water shocking me. i had a long, long way to go, and needed to stay hydrated for the rest of the steep climb up the impossible mountain.
It was a warm SPRING day and julia was out for a walk with her new love interest, steve. steve was quite a wonder to behold. with brown, lushious hair, and a sweet, cheeky smile, no one could resist him.
Katie
Spirng its a sision. It jumos at you like a spring one day its winter then it spring! BAM! In your face
Avery
the smell all cascaded down from the great trees and flowers making a fragrant smell
it wasn’t too strong nor to light
the trees towered high in the great blue sky with glowing green leaves illuminating the whole forest
A spring trickles water down to the pool. At the pool I collect the water and I take it past the forest and hills, the swamps and plains, the mountains and valley roads. I take water all the way home so we can live again, again and again.
I wanted it so bad. I guess the way Edward Cullen felt around Bella Swan. I had gotten a smell of it and now no matter what happened next i wanted more. I wanted more of the fresh spring breeze. Sweet spring flowers. And warm spring sun on my face!
Emmy
Spring is the time when the world comes alive. we are kissed by the breeze and warmed by the sun. jump in the puddles and smile with remembrance of a freer time of life.
It sprung forth from the ground, the last bloom of the season. It grew beneath the chilled September sky, face stretching towards every last bit of light it could reach. It could not prevail. As the sun set that very first day that it greeted the world, it too reached that endless sleep that marked the end of life itself.
summer winter fall. seasons, flowers. trees grass bugs mud puddles rain walking sun clouds smiles puppies rain boots. exciting because summer is coming.
spring is a beautiful thing. to find love in the spring is to combine two beautiful aspects of life together. fulfilling voids that the winter left us when it took away that beauty.
I was born in the spring. right in the middle of it. Adolescense is the spring of our lives, when lust and labor are finally born, like pollen in the air, itching in your nose.
Oh my gosh spring happens sometimes guys. Like after winter and before summer. Obscene, isn’t it? Quite so, my dear. Other ways of being ‘spring-y’. Well. You could ‘spring’ out of bed. Or you could play with a spring. Maybe it’d be a bed spring. I don’t know. It could be anything, really. Springy, that is. Spring spring spring. Flowers bloom in spring… but no /all/ flowers. Some bloom at other times. It’s true. Look it up. Use wikipedia or something. I don’t know, you figure it out. I suppose I am almost finished here. I guess I’ll spring out the door, maybe to bed or something. Bam.
a time when the flowers bloom and the sun starts to come out. The weather starts to get nicer and everyone starts to become a happier person. The season before summer. Butterflies are always flying around.
Take a leap. Use something to make that leap count–make it a big one. Don’t worry about form, just feel flight. Feel propelled upward, forward, everward. Take advantage of the things that can help you fly. You don’t need to figure it out. Risk brings reward exponentially. You’ll land, eventually. But you will always remember that forward motion.
it was spring time in canada. i danced with the chipmunks, and ate with the squirrels. life was wild, i was free, and pants were not required. my kinda living.
Spring into action, spring is here. Some springs look pretty cool. I’m not sure if I am feeling this work, or is I am feeling stream of consciousness today. Done.
Spring is where you run with no shoes in the wet grass and when you smell the blooming flowers all around you. Seeing the millions of colors to choose
There was a gate between the meadow and the factories. It opened to a long, ominous walkway with cement walls encroaching on both sides. After a moment’s hesitation, Tim opened the gate and walked through.
He needed answers. For starters, where was he? Maybe someone in the factories would know. It was time to spring into action.
Spring is where butterfly, grasses, flowers, and every thing nature provides become lively. Spring is when the weather is nice and can go out and play. ;D spring is day light savings -.- waking up an hour early sucks man.
jumping up and down
a spring mattress
flowers girls jumping
spring, beautiful weather, lots of greens and sunshine
warm weather
warm sun rays hitting you while you bike ride
warmth, but still a little chilly so you gotta wear a jacket
spring and jump
springing
spring in your step
tide deodarant scent
Spring is a very nice season. It’s not like summer, fall, or winter because it rains more, and it isn’t as warm as the summer. It’s the season in between winter and summer, so the weather is in between those two season’s weathers. People usually use
spring into motion, spring up your steps. get moving. off the couch and onto living your life with enthusiasm and adventure! GO for it!
Spring is not in the air. But I have a spring in my step, as I take a leap of faith out the window across the glass that separates me from the rest of the universe. They said believe, and so I tried. They said faith, doll, faith. And I told them to run backwards with their eyes closed; that would teach them about faith.
And then I went and slept in the autumn leaves, because it’s not spring, and the spring in my step will only stay a little while longer.
spring you get to wear pretty dresses. you go on easter egg hunts. you get your family together. flower bloom. everything starts to go green after winter.
trees, leaves in the air. So many different colors, beautiful monsoon. It does so happen that this is the most romantic seasons of them all. It also symbolizes peace and serenity for me, inspiring creativity in various fields.
Spring is one of the most beautiful times of the year. It’s one of four seasons; following winter and preceding summer. It gives us a chance to recover from our frost-bitten fingers and toes
spring is a great time. the birds are chirping and the sun is shining and everything is new! I love spring because that is the time when we have a chance to start over. we can forget all of the hardships of winter because spring is here and it is time to be happy again.
The snow finally was beginning to melt, dripping away and revealing new life underneath. Green leaves and pink flowers were beginning to bud. Life was beginning anew. Almost as though she had been given another chance.
He knew he should have been grateful. Hand-me-down or not, having a mattress was better than sleeping right on the floor. But there was one spring poking clear through the top, and another two through the bottom. He had to fold himself up into an almost-impossible S-shape to avoid being stabbed, and this surely did not make him feel grateful.
I learned the word for the smell of rain in the air today. But I forgot it. That is the essence of spring, the rain. An eternal cycle, never disrupted or change. How beautiful one can find simplicity of one can examine it.
It was springtime, but her mind was transfixed on autumn.
Oh, when will it be autumn again?
A fresh riming of the seasons, that’s all she wanted.
I fumbled with the twisted piece of metal, pushing and squeezing I tried to force it into that little place between working and perfectly. It rebounded and shot across the room, nearly hitting the cat, and falling with a quiet ring in the china on the shelf. The clock in front of me fell to pieces.
Spring is my favorite season. The trees and flowers are blooming. The air is calm. Spring is a time of new life. Birds are born and the dull winter is over. Spring is like waking up and being born again.
Rain. It rained and rained it rained. She stared outside the window and tried to remember the last time it wasn’t wet. When was the last time the world didn’t cry? She couldn’t remember.
Her father knocked quietly on the door.
“Come in”
“It will always be raining.”
“Maybe.”
spring is not my favorite season – not by a long shot, I don’t care much about it. just like I don’t care much for anything. summer isn’t any better. neither is fall. it’s always winter that takes my breath away and makes me fall in love, once -just once- but every single year.
The boy with horns whispered, and told me he was Spring.
I have circles under my eyes, holding the star-lit dreams that I never claimed. They’re brimming with a thousand memories I’ll never have and sometimes their ashes are left behind in the creases of the books I use instead of pillows, and sometimes in the creases of my eyelids.
Children doing daces, crazy parties, hats on fire, i wish i could type faster, cool taylor swift hair, shes gay though. times up.
Spring. Sprung. The season. The object. Springing into action, the super-hero was there to save the day. Spring is in the air. The flowers are blooming, the birds are chirping, my allergies are raging :) Good stuff. Spring is a time of new birth and Easter… and babies. And flowers. And prettiness. Vivaldi’s Four Seasons Symphony?
Calla sighed.
Spring.
Best time of the year.
When all the animals came out and the leaves were at their prettiest.
Flowers bloomed and looked their prettiest now too.
She smiled.
Yami came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek.
Spring was truly the best~
Spring! Spring is all flowers and joy and happiness! There’s new growth, and life starts to become more present. Right?!
WRONG. Because it always freaking rains. ALL THE TIME. Mud=seriously annoying. Especially when it ruins your favorite pair of shoes.
Can you tell I’m female by that last sentence there? :)
a small, cool mountain spring trickled down from the tall mountain. I dipped my hand in it, the cold water shocking me. i had a long, long way to go, and needed to stay hydrated for the rest of the steep climb up the impossible mountain.
It was a warm SPRING day and julia was out for a walk with her new love interest, steve. steve was quite a wonder to behold. with brown, lushious hair, and a sweet, cheeky smile, no one could resist him.
Spirng its a sision. It jumos at you like a spring one day its winter then it spring! BAM! In your face
the smell all cascaded down from the great trees and flowers making a fragrant smell
it wasn’t too strong nor to light
the trees towered high in the great blue sky with glowing green leaves illuminating the whole forest
A spring trickles water down to the pool. At the pool I collect the water and I take it past the forest and hills, the swamps and plains, the mountains and valley roads. I take water all the way home so we can live again, again and again.
I wanted it so bad. I guess the way Edward Cullen felt around Bella Swan. I had gotten a smell of it and now no matter what happened next i wanted more. I wanted more of the fresh spring breeze. Sweet spring flowers. And warm spring sun on my face!
Spring is the time when the world comes alive. we are kissed by the breeze and warmed by the sun. jump in the puddles and smile with remembrance of a freer time of life.