Changing Seasons
The harsh touch of a river
erodes the muscles of a rock.
The mystical night's black sliver
invades nature's ticking clock.
The colorless wind dances
with the floating autumn leaves.
While trees fall into winter trances,
immune to the sorrows mankind weaves.
A fleece blanket of white snow
bids the weary earth to sleep.
As human eyes adjust to winter's glow,
old bones feel the chill's silent creep.
Thawing earth pushes up frail flowers
in the budding rebirth of spring.
Yet man lives on in paper towers,
ignoring the treasures each season can bring.
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