Fall comes
A seed is placed in the ground
A new goal is found
The challenger works for it.
Winter comes
Your knees begin to hurt
From the cold and loose joints
The seed barely survives
But sprouts
Spring comes
The illness is in the air
Disease doesn't care
Nor is it fair.
Within the school days
Teenage boys and girls
Become sick
With work and stress.
The sprout has leaves.
Summer finally arrives
And the sprout shoots high
With its leaves and green stems
Among the white clouds and heat waves
A person craves
For paradise to come.
A fruit is born
And fall returns.
11/17/2016
YOU ARE READING
Year's End: 2016
Poetry"In this endless stream of time I'll remember this moment. The piano music with its beautiful singer Her soft voice on the radio calms The classroom." -Nostalgia Remember that you can't live life without actually living your life.
