Lights don't shine as bright as a thousand stars,
Reflecting off moonlit rivers
Formed by a thousand tears.
Lights don't lead you through the darkest of nights
Unlike the moon's beams which guide you through clouded thoughts
Leading you from their eyes into their very souls.

Falling leaves of autumn linger along deserted streets,
Scattered like a thousand memories
Desperately clinging to life; to be remembered.
The autumn leaves rustle on a bitter, cold night
Reminding you of his unforgettably warm embrace,
Not completely gone but just out of reach.

The darkest nights of winter hide your placed dreams,
Smothering your happiest moments
Until you long for the newest of beginnings.
The coldest nights of winter give you hope
Curled up by a fire remembering summer nights
Of how his kiss would leave you smiling like a fool for hours.

The gentle caress of waves and summer breezes
Enlighten your heart to new dreams and new beginnings
That coax you into new adventures.
The graceful movements of budding cherry blossoms
Opens the soul to new adventures
Threatening to take you to new heights of pure bliss.

Seasons morph and change as time goes on,
Counting down each day until the end
Waiting to become something new.
Just like the seasons we morph and change,
Ignoring the complexity and greatness of life
But just like the seasons we have the opportunity to be great.