To find a reason!

Nothing, is good, again!
 This, cold wind, makes, me sick!
Some, love it, there, own coldness, keeps them, believing, that should, be, the way, to exist!
 Yet, my own instincts, keep, me striving!
I, feel love, in the heat, that's what, I live for!
 Summers arriving!
The rose bushes, make me, feel alive!
 No water melons, or coconuts, for me!
Gossip, among, each other, I, will not, empathize!
 Spring water, from, the rainforest, remains, the best,  you could, get!
Alone and peaceful!
 Owls, that screech, who, remind me, of who, I am!
Not, all things, are ever, waisted, scorpions multiply, in the desert, and live!
 Believe, in yourself, what, you eat, will not, make me, smile, or bend!
I'd rather, be, my own, best friend!