Wounded

Have you ever noticed the seasons,
How they fight to stay alive?
It makes me think, I'm glad there's four
Instead of maybe five

As Summer comes to its ending days
It stumbles before the Fall
But wounded, Summer finally relents
As we see its curtain call

Then Autumn takes its rightful place
As it steps unto the stage
Wounded, and crippled, its time is fleeting
As it starts to feel its age

Winter is ready as Autumn fades
And snowflakes fall from the sky 
But wounded, as the snow turns to rain
And Winter begins to cry

Spring takes advantage of Winter's tears
And causes the flowers to grow
But wounded, it feels Summer's heat
And knows that it's time to go

Have you ever noticed the seasons,
How they fight to stay alive?
It makes me think, I'm glad there's four
Instead of maybe five

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