Ode to Spring

Oh, ode to spring!
This poem is for thee!

Where are tho being?
Not in summer.
Nor in winter.
Not even in fall.
What a bummer.
Spring falls not in the center.
For there be only four seasons in all.

Spring Spring Spring.
Some may say they need.
But as for I…
I need not spring.
Though I try, and try
I find no seeds
No need for spring.

Prehaps spring should be removed?
Existence extingushied because spring be rude?
Nay say I
I like my spring
For in the spring I fly my kite
And in the spring I can sing!
Ode to spring
Though there is no need.
My last line, includes a seed!