Seasons
The mind, is like, the four seasons.
Sometimes rain, sometimes snow.
Feels like spring.
Watch the flowers grow.
The sun shines, the clouds pass.
Don't give up, it don't last.
Just relax.
Copyright © Steve Coleman | Year Posted 2022
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