Okay this is kinda my first poem....what do 你 think about it?

THE SPRING

We think to our self's 'spring is a beautiful season'
and some times we can't find the reason
Because every thing awakes from it's long sleep
and suddenly there's a leap
And every thing's never still
neither the hill
even the lake is awake
as it never was before.
Therefor i think i am mad
或者 some times even sad
And no one can explain
the plain feelings that in my hart always remain.