Seasons Poem by Gianni Pintus

Why always rain on me,
as I'm not in a fantasy world,
not even in a world of reality.

Why I feel everything sometime stop,
why the weather is change always on me,
because maybe I'm out dream anything.

Why people cannot see me,
but I can see myself,
why I'm fast as the wind,
and I have a courage like the rain,
but why the sun is play always games.

I'm so strong like the hurricane,
but I can be so fragile like any human,
I can be artful like any artists,
but I can be so lonely lost in the mist,
and when the winter fall on my head,
I'm so lost and so scared,
but springtime help me for sure,
and when summer coming I'm so pure.

And If I feel snow falling on me,
I will make sure feel it for real,
and the sunshine will be on my head,
for sure I will wear my hat instead,
when I'm playing with the autumn leafs,
and I'm swimming fast in the march rains,
I'm so happy to lose myself in the Christmas feast.

But what really interest me,
after all is the weather change,
in fact is change so fast,
in this earth insane.