Seasons

Unvailiing those spring eyes,
Set adernerline flowing through,
All is new right though,
To blosoming tree's,
And thats not the only thing,
Changes that aren't unwelcome,
But a first distubing,
As the mystery seeps in,
Holding your heart a mind,
In such a tangle,
Yet you know it makes sense.

Summer yearns,
And sneaks slowly into you heart,
Without even knowing,
Your in so deep,
Without even seeing,
Till your half way though,
By then the changes grip,
Turn your heart to an whole new demention,
On a high, As a cool summer breeze,
Falling deeper, Not wanting to end.

Then with a bang Autum hits,
Those warm Summer days,
Disapear so quick,
All the sudden,
Your all on your own,
A Tree with out it's leaves,
Might as well be,
A yearning for leaving Summer behind,
And time forces to go on.

Winter comes with cold in it's hands,
And no longer reasons to stay,
Like a bird to move on,
Freedom seeks it's wings,
And soars on a journey,
So long and hard,
But still going all the same.

Fly to freedom to spring once more,
Again all new,
To an un discovered land,
Let summer take you once more,
To the famillar warmth,
To hope it never ends.


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