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
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