Spring what we all know it to be,
Summer things don't change,
Fall we see leaves crumble and beauty awaken before our star-ridden eyes,
Winter nothing less, nothing more then white, pure and innocent time for us to stay inside and hide beneath the comfort of blankets, and the sweetest cup of tea!
What our years might come as days...our lonely time begins to change.
We see our life begins to wither,
At first we sprint to finish....to finish off our misery, our deepest wound
A day without our seasons is like a year without our reason
What more can a simple human conquer, if it isn't their own folly.