Love

I love english words with many meanings.
I always try to find some way to connect the words.

A Spring:

Something that launches you upwards,
up into the clear blue sky toward the clouds.
Something you can try to stretch,
but that always returns when you tire.
Something that always have a start and end,
marking the end of the fun you’ve had.
Something that sways in the wind,
following every little gust of wind.
Something that glitters in the morning sun,
but you know it all will end in brown rust.
Something that take the bumps on the road,
and makes them all less noticable.
Something that pushes you or pulls you back,
into the place where you really belong.
Springs are peculiar things.