Seasons come and go but the feelings of those changing leaves remain. For they never die but simply change colors into a form unrecognizable to the following time to come. There comes a time for the pain and sadness felt in the chill of the sharp wind that seeps beneath your coat felt by the gentle touch upon your skin. And the grieving becomes masked by a joyful smile full of rebirth and colorful buds that form from the memories of the previous temperatures. Your aura becomes bright for you can feel those butterflies glistening on each flower awaiting for the birds to fall in love and start the next chapter. For the flowers will suddenly reach the height of their beauty and slowly fall into crispy colors of oranges and browns. It all happens so quickly that all too soon your left with nothing but an empty skeleton surrounded by glorious colors that only resemble the memories that came before but leave the following seasons unrecognizable. For the cycle will repeat yet each time we will feel lost and hopeless for what may come next. Seasons may come and go but the brilliant changing colors will always remain a mystery to those who come after.