The last of a Season
The dying of the light
The awaken of another
A whisper in the night
Of Winters cold touch
Withdrawing its hold
Nights spent remembering
Braced from the cold
A fire kept burning
Memories in the soul
Of a time once spent
Now forgotten long ago
Winter has begun
To retrieve from home
Going to somewhere
Where nobody knows
The last of a Season
Or so ive been told

Spring hasnt arrived yet
Though nature in bloom
Carries the promise
Of a new Day soon
Flowers and trees
All seem to agree
That warmth is received
With more praise and more glee
For alive all become
Gently touched by the sun
The arrival of yet
Another summer eve's run
The awaken of another
When all's said and done

And me??
Which way to perceive
When one Season comes
Another must leave
Its the cycle of Life
Birth'ed without must reprieve
I guess i have to see
What befalls upon me
The last of a Season
A part of me too
The dying of the light
Beckons but true
I must face it but only anew

So dry up your tears
Let go off your fears
As a new time draws near

A Season must die
A Season be born
A Season to cherish
A Season forlorn
And in all of these
Remember these words
When a Season will leave
A new one will form...

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