From autumn till winter,
Till the cold sends us to shiver,
Like the reverse river,
Which causes pain and laughter,
Next to spring comes the summer,
Where leaves began to grow and prosper,
Like a lover who is capable of giving something worthier,
But it is indeed his only his self he can only offer,
The season is a complete mystery,
Bountiful fields flashing in imagery,
Like a leaf slowly falling from the tree,
Or snowflakes glistening freely,
We are not just a mere flashing light,
From the sun which shares his own bright,
Or the moon illuminating from the night,
But lovers who share the same dream and might.
05/25/20 - 5:21 pm
