When you wiped every memory i had, like a snow blanket. At times i cursed the arrival, but now i thank it. Why? Well, seasons exist because of change... They exist because the clear skies reward the heavens fame... They exist because of tear ducts in the clouds producing rain... they simply exist because of pain.
You remember that one fall afternoon. When you stayed up till 3am staring at the moon. & the man on the moon looked back in disbelief. "How is this young man amused at the site of fallen trees....?"
Well the fallen trees have more tales than those standing.. the fallen trees can tell you of the heavens and hell. The fallen trees, despite falling survived the harsh landing.. So don't you ask me why I treat the average human so well.