Spring was your favorite,
mine Autumn.
You'd cherish all the blooming flowers, I'd empathize with the dying ones. Despite of knowing it all, I never learnt the art to let go.Maybe you were right. Maybe I was the spring. But oh how I wished I was the fall! How I wished I could let all the memories I grew that adorned me, fade and die. How I wished I was empty. But I am not made that way, maybe I'm the beginning to your end. Out from the grave of your memories, I will rise into a sapling that will make all the difference. I will bring you colours and blue skies. I will bring you to life. Maybe that's who I am supposed to be, An evergreen tree to your land of sand.
