Gone like summers wind
Hot and steamy till the end
Leaves that were bright now brittle
Shaking trees caught a cold
Leaves fall so trivial

Winters blankets snuggle the ground below
The only sound of slumber I know
The worst time to get sick
The worst time to not have money
The worst time to be alone
The worst time to pretend you're funny
Melted snow covered the beautiful land; Escape

Dancing with the spring breeze on my feet
Hiding the reality that we see but don't speak
We can't comprehend the magic of change
The acceptance of seasons meld and take time
Greeted by the days grin