The season of green. A kaleidoscope of wonder. A peaceful plain of flowers overlooking a gentle stream. Daisies and daffodils a far a the eye can see. A rolling ocean of color, of peace. The sweet aroma of hope rolls in the air, filling my lungs, fueling my determination. Golden sunlight gently dances over the vast plain, bringing joy, bringing life to this bountiful land. I feel free...
The season of gray. A kaleidoscope turned dark. The once lively meadow now wilted. The one who brought light and warmth now hides his face behind an ocean of gray. A stream of blue turned brown. It's gentle flow of life and love are but a distant memory. The air filled with fragrance turned to dust. A constant reminder of what was lost. The plains last flower begins to wilt. Now only gray remains. I feel free...
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The season of yellow. The fragile state of gray turned black. A single spark. A little flair, erasing the memories of a once bountyfull past. The sun shown red through a haze of black, harboring wrath it seeks to make all things black. A stream of fire cuts the land, scaring it's surface for all time. As blazes cease, and winds die the scenic plain is now burnt and dry. All life is gone. All joy is lost. The once great plain is now nothing but dust. I feel free...
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A little seed tumbles and turns. It finds it hold and begins to show, a little color from long ago. I am freed....