Remember cool summer days, we spent in the shade. Laughing, running, squirting water grenades.

Together we played in the chilled air; leaves around us everywhere. The colors of fall was a sight to see, and no matter the caution you took, there was always a crunch under your foot.

The fun we had during springtime storms
We danced, and shoved; wound up soaked through and through dripping the floor

Forts, and wars when we spent the days in the ice. The warm drinks inside, the smell rang through our home, like that of a bell.

We passed with time, and now nothing's the same.
You are now different; you won't play in the snow, because your too busy,
with the deadly crystal angle.