seasons turn
and we learn that good things don't last
like we wish they do. And, regrettably
summer melts into autumn
and the beauty of nature melts with it
time and time again; we live to see many summers
and many winters. Enjoying them
while they last and miss them when they're gone.
But after many of these turning seasons, we grow old.
Us, change and whiter slowly
whereas the landscape does it quicker.
But; as we progress towards death, the earth renews itself
and returns fresh once again. But we are left
slowly dying
knowing that we will one day be lost.
And that's the saddest thing of all.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
seasons turn
and we learn that good things don't last
like we wish they do. And, regrettably
summer melts into autumn
and the beauty of nature melts with it
time and time again; we live to see many summers
and many winters. Enjoying them
while they last and miss them when they're gone.
But after many of these turning seasons, we grow old.
Us, change and whiter slowly
whereas the landscape does it quicker.
But; as we progress towards death, the earth renews itself
and returns fresh once again. But we are left
slowly dying
knowing that we will one day be lost.
And that's the saddest thing of all.
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