Wild impulses, unbridled glee,
A singing heart, mind soaring free,
Joy, that has no end or birth,
Elation spilling o’er as bubbling mirth.
Laughter filled days, ennui forgotten,
Fresh, new ideas cropping up unbidden,
A deluge of feeling that makes one long –
To dance a jig, break into a song.
What is this causeless, annual gladness?
I think of it as springtime madness.
Written By,
Me.
Ah,what a tangled web we weave! 
Once again, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. 🙂 Short, sweet, and simply beautiful!
Thank you! ^_^ I’m glad I could get the thought across. 🙂