There was a sweet smell in the air as you wandered through the woods, basket in hand and a leap in your step. You had always loved the Spring, and the way the flowers dance anew after a long Winter, and how the cherry trees seemed to turn pink with childish glee as they celebrate the arrival of a new year. The animals always sounded so cheery, and it almost made you jealous, had you not felt such wonder yourself.
The world held you tenderly in its hands as you cradle the flowers along the side of the road. You had wanted to pluck some, to take home with you, but you know you cannot. You could not dare harm such beauty. So instead, you take a seat upon the green grass, taking in a big sniff of your surroundings.
Uh oh. One thing, though, you'd almost forgotten.
"A---Achoo!"
Allergies.
"Bless you." The world said, amused.