Winter,
Its harsh winds, And cold nights, Teardrops freeze Into icy crystals As they fall helplessly And shatter As they hit the cold, hard ground.
Spring,
The warm breeze, And softened earth, Out of the darkness And into the light I see the sun Once more And can feel its heat again.
Summer,
The long, hot days, And endless nights, The humidity in the air Makes it impossible To breathe And I struggle To stay in focus.
Fall,
The changing colors, And cool winds that blow, It seems as though This endless cycle Is beginning again And there can be no stopping The changing of the seasons.
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