Seasons gradually shift into one another until they return to their natural state of existence.
Cycles of change that are an inherent testament to the cumulative passing of my oldest friend, time.
She has stood by patiently through trial and triumph, and unbiasedly forced progression in everyone she's touched.
With constancy her lungs take in the past, heart beats life, and she breathes out death.
All that is known has experienced her and all that will be will feel her closely.
She is all that is loved and feared. She is.