Seasons change,
and so does my mood.
Today I might be filled with rage,
tomorrow I might be too rude.

It's cloudy today,
and all I can hear is the thunder.
It might be better on Tuesday,
but all I can do is wonder.

I looked up at the dark night sky,
and I remembered that star.
Which had caught my eye,
just like a blooming flower.

Seasons change,
and so does my mood.
Right now I am too happy,
the next moment I might be too sappy.