Of Seasons Old
What happened to those crystal diamonds that once cascaded down from the skies?
When it was nature’s way of showing us its passion of fire in ice
Did they surrender to transform such beauty of their residue in the coming spring rain?
Or did they thaw out for a short time only to come back once again?
When winter’s breath leaves its remnants of a sky so cold
Will we always remember those snowflakes that danced in a melody of seasons old?
Where did those raindrops disappear that once nourished the flowers in the spring?
That once reflected nature blooming, every living thing
Where have those puddles gone that once painted mirrors of the skies?
A watered colored portrait of birds flying effortlessly way up high
Did a torrential rain drown those views of seasons old?
Or are they somehow being preserved by its memories we still hold?
What happened to a summer’s sunshine that once reflected the warmth into our eyes?
Its rays gently fell upon the colors of the autumn’s leaves to still keep us mesmerized
To still radiate its warmth in the colors we’ll always cherish so dear
Filling our hearts with comfort of summer memories still being near
Leaving remnants of seasons old
So we may never face a journey being left out in the cold