From Season To Season Poem by Kellsey Hartmann

A young tree sprouts
And grows each year
Beneath sits a girl
Who's shed a few tears

In the heat of summer
The tree grows fast
With lush green leaves
A shadow is cast

Time ticks on
And knowledge will grow
But some stay ignorant
Refusing to know

She walks down the street
Her eyes cast down
She feels their scalding glances
And begins to frown

It is now fall
And the leaves are falling
No more flowers
No more birds calling

She didn't tell anyone
Not for a long time
She knew they'd all scorn
They'd see it as a crime

They call her such names!
And they avoid meaningful contact
They think they'll catch it
And they make their own facts

They call themselves Christians
But they can't be really
They don't follow their beliefs
Well not entirely

She sits down to reflect
As daylight grows dim
Lying is the same!
It is also a sin!

It is now winter
There are no more leaves
Everything is white
And snow covers the trees

She just doesn't understand
So she sits and thinks
And nothing makes sense
Tears are on the brink

"Yeah ‘happy' describes this hate"

But just like a tree
Emotions have seasons
Soon enough she'll see
Happiness defies reason