She's a tree. The seasons are her emotions.
She once thought she was beautiful. When she felt warmth throughout her roots.
She slowly lost the warmth one by one.
After that the skies were gray and she was cold.
So sad and dull.
And never thought she would feel warmth throughout her roots again.
I told her everyday that seasons come and go, this isn't the end.
She thought look at me I'm not glowing I'm dull and not full of life.
I reminded her that even the happiest people find beauty in no leaves.