Seasons

Seasons are like Bridges we walk Across as they sway. It's time of the cherry blossoms Smell of rot like a pile of compost. But, after you walk across the bridge and finish your journey, you don't need to think about the blossoms. They will smell sweeter, as though the blossoms had never rotted. You walk towards better things like life, hope, and opportunity. They are one step away.