Human mood is similar to seasons
But it does change rapidly
And does not have a fixed time
The seasons do repeat often
Summer the season of rage
When we are ready to burn others with our rays
Caring only for our pain
We do start hurting others
Winter the season of depression
We do lose faith in ourselves
Nothing does interest us anymore
We mourn being all alone
Spring the beautiful season of happiness
We do spread bliss around
We share our joy with others
Life becomes such a wonderful gift
I do see all the seasons
Mostly within the same day
Have you experienced such seasons
And which season are you currently in?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem