Everything actually has a spring. Spring of life, spring of art, spring of profession. Doesn't the poet say "There is a spring rising even from the graves"?
Just like the rotations of the seasons, there are rises, descents, rises and sets in the history of mankind.
The birth, development, rise and wander of the summits of states. The arrival of people into the world, their growth and maturity, their rise or fall, their rolling to the pits when they are at the top, or their peak when they are in the pit. They are the reflections of the fact that spring turns into winter and winter turns into spring on human life. All these transformations in the world, falling from spring to winter, leaping from winter to spring are always an eternal spring,
it always harbors an eternal longing for peace.
All seasons have their own beauties, unique meanings and different messages they give us. Of course, the message of spring is completely different. Spring is primarily a wake-up call to our lethargy. Then and for me the most important thing is spring is a call for peace. It is a call that not every ear can hear, and every sinister cannot surrender. I ascribe peace the most to spring. I feel that spring's resurrection, that enthusiasm touched my soul with a taste of peace and tranquility.
Peace is actually a magic that turns all seasons into spring and makes the world we live in livable. In the world we live in, if everything is cross with each other; For example, if night is upset with the day, if it is not retreated at all, if the sun is offended by the earth, the moon to the night. If they spared their light from us, and if the stars disappear from our dome. In short, if everything was cross, how would the world be? Undoubtedly, the whole world would listen to that ominous hum of loneliness. Could the children grow up? Could those young hearts recognize love, love, sharing?
Could one realize life, the sky with its blue, which is the color that invites eternity and peace, the roses bent to the ground, as if listening to the sound of the earth, the dear beauty of the roses, the peace of the spring without peace?
Yes. The taste of peace is very good. It is as beautiful as freedom. Life is beautiful and meaningful only as long as there is peace in it. Peaceful life is darkness, fear, insecurity, despair. Peaceful life is nothing more than a paranoia, a corrupt mood that fears everyone, looks at everyone with suspicion.