Seasons

Summer is childhood games that everyone plays Nothing compares to warm summer days Everything is colorful, and even glowing Day after day, no pain is showing Days are long, nights are short Enjoying yourself is of most import Spending time with your best friend But all good things must come to an end Autumn comes, with shorter days Increasing clouds block the sun’s rays The days grow colder, as do you Darker thoughts come, just a few You push them aside, to the back of your mind But happier thoughts get harder to find You fight and you fight to the end of your wits Winter has come, and on your hopes it spits Winter is dark, cold, cruel and brutal Finding happy thoughts is now futile Days are cold, nights are colder A monotone world to any beholder Less and less sun, more and more moon All you can hope for is Spring to come soon This is it, your final straw But then it happens, the snow starts to thaw Spring is here, a time of rebirth A splash of color comes back to the Earth Happy thoughts return along with the hues No more of dark wintertime views Everywhere there is joy and smiles We have survived the Winter’s trials I say “we” but that’s not quite true For I am stuck in Winter with its monotone hue