Spring is like waking up -
flowers blearily blink open their eyes and blossom their smiles,
the sky is tinted by the morning sun,
fluttering touches of endless warmth burn peacefully through the breeze
as the breeze shifts through the green grass,
laughing joyously beneath the still of the candy pink air.
Summer is like being alive -
the ocean is vast and blue as it sings its foreign hymns to you,
the gentle breeze whips through the air,
sending warm laughter everywhere;
the atmosphere is gentle and calm,
and the birds are chirping and the bees are singing,
reminding us that we are alive.
Autumn is like falling asleep -
golden leaves swoosh to the ground and quiver like tired eyelids,
the air is cold and sends a gust of air
as the sky opens its mouth to yawn,
letting the withering leaves rustle and flutter
against the lavender horizon
as the early sun brings forth the break of dawn.
Winter is like sleeping -
for the snowflakes are like stars in the great sky;
the wind is the hush of the night,
and the warmth separated from the outside world
is the warmth that you adore.
The seasons are a cycle
that bring forth change upon the earth,
but we are so much more.
