Seasons

Seasons

Alike in sweet, sorrowful moments

The change in weather calls for thought

Each storm presents new components

Both seasons may leave us distraught

 

Spring and Fall

The flowers that were born, now begin the wither

The beginning and end of it all

I see you start to thither

 

The seasons contain hardships

Not any different than you and I

We close each other off like guard ships

I can feel you preparing your goodbye

 

Flowers cannot grow without rain

Love is not love without pain