Spring:
She will blossom here
once in every other year,
ushering Him in.
Summer:
The blazing sun's rays,
whip angry marks on man's back
whilst he looks for shade.
Fall:
In her last leap she
crumples down, skin turns from green
to brown. She's ending.
Winter:
White dusting her cheeks,
encasing her in a tomb
no one can escape.