Analysis of 2020/09/29 ~ Spring

A hurricane went through her soul,
   tore her heart apart.
Fragile pieces that once made her whole,
   were held together by glue.
The sea tried to claim her,
   the sun didn't dare touch.
In the end, she was taken by Winter
   as he called the sea and the sun on their bluff.
Cold and destitute, now she lay
   Longing for Mother Sea's touch
and Father Sun's comforting ray
   wishing that Winter, a brother, wasn't so tough.
One day, she knew, she was nought but air
   free to go where she wished.
Leaves and flowers made up her body and hair
   and animals gave her their robes.
Spring again, was free at last,
   ready to go back home. 
Where is home?" one might ask.
   Ask those with a Gypsy soul, she's their mother, you know