The fall of trees changing right before her eyes.
So beautiful, so vibrant, but always changing.
She hates it, and she loves it.

The cold weather silently settling in one day and
night at a time. Snow falls, so pure, and so white.
She hates it, and she loves it.

It is a time of birth to celebrate, but is always
forgotten. Only to be remembers days later or
only forgotten. She hates it, but she loves it.

It is the only time of year she is truly living,
and she is also truly dying. She just wants the best,
the best for them. She hates it, she loves it.