What is Life?

Leaves are rustling in the breeze.
A warm seventy-five degrees outside.
She lies on the ground and closes her eyes,
the fresh grass running through her toes.
What is life on a spring day?
All of wilderness is coming out from hibernation,
bringing life back to the trees.
Bright red, yellow, and purple hues decorate gardens.
Then dark storm clouds roll in and wipe them all away
Only to start the next day from scratch
Bees start to collect their pollen and nectar to make their hives and honey.
Then a construction vehicle knocks down the tree where the hive has been anchored.
Children swinging in the parks,
bringing the noises of summer back to the streets.
And then one falls off and scrapes their knee.
Farmer's are starting to harvest their crops;
When a flood wipes out the fields.
Geese are showing their goslings how to swim in the lakes which provide them a cool place out of the sun.
The smell of fresh linens hanging  out in the sun to dry,
Mothers open the windows to air out the house.
Then the pollen covers everything with a thing yellow layer.
"Hey watch out!"
The volleyball hit her head and rustled her back to consciousness;
She looks around and chuckles to herself,
this is life.