slowly the seasons change
it happens like how one song changes to another
there's a pause and everything is still
and in that moment you can look around and see how beautiful that last song was, like all the other last songs you've  had
but you're anticipating the next song with eagerness building in your stomach

butterflies
butterflies not only in your stomach but butterflies in the air, butterflies on the grass which is now green
the next song starts and you forget about the previous song-well, only until the next pause between songs occurs
your playlist of seasons on repeat is titled "Life"

and you think maybe there should be more than four seasons
because four songs, four times isn't often enough to look back on how beautiful butterflies really are
colors will soon fade out, just like the song you're currently listening to
with the playlist you're making your way through, the seasons do in fact feel like only three and a half minutes long