Seasons are not just of the times, but of the soul.
Rain is not just of water, but of tears.
Warmth is not just of the sun, but of love.
See all things change. Go in and out of times, through doors.
See some things never change. Go in and out of times, through doors, yet do remain.
Teaching us that seasons may be of circumstance.
See and understand. Believe and thou shall know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem