We become so obsessed
With what ought to be
That the seasons change without
Our knowing
The leaves change into a deep orange
While the children daydream
About the snow covered streets
As if nature intended for our sleds to meet the ice
And the laughter to echos
And the snowflakes to dance on our window sills
But once the first snow falls
The children have already begun making
Spring break plans and waiting
For the bees to pollinate the wild flowers
But of course the birds lay their eggs and
Easter bunny comes and goes
Suddenly we crave beach trips and tanned legs
It is as if we desire what will be
And the beauty
Of what lies before us is
Lost
The seasons change and
Years pass and the children grow into adults that still
Crave a brighter future while their past is forgotten
Their present fades away
And they spend their days waiting for the stars to appear