Spring is a horrible time  

up with the daises my  anexity's bloom. 

Everything feels so fresh and new. 

I hate the change it brings. 

It's all so overwhelming 

like the pollen from the bees. 

My heart races with every breeze 

and fears are displayed in the sunlight. 

But I'll try to hide them  

with my new sundress 

and walk through the green fields 

hand in hand with you.