On his lucky, hot, rainy day, she kissed him. Her lips were warm and soft against his thin, rough ones.
That day, his cheeks gained some color.
All around them, the golden light from the sky intensified. Green bulbs pushed through the layer of leaves and pine needles on the forest floor, flowers of every shape and size blooming from within them. The trees, far above, bore green leaves the size of the Moon’s hand. Even the vines, wrapping around trunks and suffocating trees, became alive with purple and blue blossoms.
All around them, the forest and everything within it was coming to life. It was all because, as the Moon kissed her, he remembered the beautiful flowers printed on her dress. Everything fell into place in those moments, and the world was pushed into springtime.
As the humans awoke in the morning, half the world was watching its nature die and half was watching it become reborn. They looked into the golden sky and saw not only the Sun, but the Moon as well.
The Stars knew that the Earth responded to the Moon and Sun. When they were together for six months, able to converse freely in the spring and summer, that the world would become one of light and life. And thus became spring.