It comes in colored leaves
temperatures
frosty winter's snowflakes
and spring blossom wakes
summer's bounty
fall festivals
and an old man's testimonial;
I was once a dumb bud
tempestuous
flighty sinner *******
and grew to know fakes
of my own bounty
half hearted
efforts thinking I knew
it all best;
now I have grown to
only see myself as
the fault
and the fix
and the season's
nor temperatures
nor outsides influence me.
I see it as change
for the better
and am the same, now,
with this religion,
no matter
the seasons.