Two cardinals are chasing one another on the meadow a simple act of sweet instinct in the spring to come mutual fond of a sort
Two squirrels are chasing up to the tree top no place to go except each other's arms (you think?)
What if one jumps to the lower branch the other is stunt to discover the denial
Spring sees them all the silly game of love so we called as beautiful as blooming blossoms as sad as withering petals all comes and goes as wind does all the time