Flowers wilt to bloom
Dancing in a hot Summer
Bathing in an August rain
Waiting for Fall, around the corner
Autumn trees, entomb their roots
Six feet below
Hibernating, in the Winter
After their leaves blow
The color of life changes
As seasons come and go
When one life is nearly cut short
Yet, in its place another one would grow
Plants once again florescence
When Spring comes around
Moving their feet and branches
High above the ground
I’ve seen all that I must
The changing of weather
From the fiery days
I wanted not my skin
To the cryogenic times,
I cuddled, beneath a warm feather
So, this cycle ends not, too soon
Like the cold days in December
Seasons metamorphosing
None-stop forever
Jobiranyc (9/25/2018)
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
Flowers wilt to bloom
Dancing in a hot Summer
Bathing in an August rain
Waiting for Fall, around the corner
Autumn trees, entomb their roots
Six feet below
Hibernating, in the Winter
After their leaves blow
The color of life changes
As seasons come and go
When one life is nearly cut short
Yet, in its place another one would grow
Plants once again florescence
When Spring comes around
Moving their feet and branches
High above the ground
I’ve seen all that I must
The changing of weather
From the fiery days
I wanted not my skin
To the cryogenic times,
I cuddled, beneath a warm feather
So, this cycle ends not, too soon
Like the cold days in December
Seasons metamorphosing
None-stop forever
Jobiranyc (9/25/2018)
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