Seasons

Seasons

As the seasons change

Things become strange

But like life

Without strife

What would be the wander?

With nothing to ponder

The earth changes and grows

As we do, with friends and foes

At adolescence, we bloom into blossoms

Like flowers with an essence

Some of which are for the possums

Things are different ever since

Poverty. Glutton. Wastefulness. War

All of this and much more

Come to everyone at one point

But escapes the lucky who choose to joint

Together.

Like branches on a tree

Then leaves on branches

All connected to one root

In which seasons see the leaves change and let be for soot

On the ground with no hope

To be found until next

When the show of spring

Brings new things