Sometimes,
I think about
how summer could be.
How the ocean could touch our toes,
how the powder soft sand feels on our feet
how the blowing air blows through our hair
I think about how summer could be if it wasn't for endings.

Sometimes,
I think about
how autumn could be.
How the brown colored leaves fall from the tree
and the hard orange colored pumpkin appears for thee
Halloween they say
orange colored day
sad to say
he's not here to stay
Sometimes,
I think about
how autumn could be if it wasn't for endings.

Sometimes,
I daydream about
how spring could be
How roses open their petals
and how the cherry blossom tree blooms
how colorful my day could be
I think about
how spring could be if it wasn't for endings.

Tonight
I'm thinking about
how winter could be
How the cotton soft blanket feels on our skin
how we could share coffee latte together under the mistletoe
how hot the fire place feels inches away
I think about how winter could be if it wasn't for endings.

but all seasons last, they come and go
and we will realize we need to grow
as the seasons go by
we'll learn to say bye
and learn that there is a reason why.