The Infinite Four Poem by eve Taylor

Spring showers,
may bring,
rain down,
on the ground,
so it will,
being seeding,
from earlier days,
affairs long gone,
but still unstill,
always they turn,
to fertile way's,
thawed by rain's,
warming ways,
certainly,
aware of clear,
life begins,
flowers,
flower,
animals are new
as they simply,
renew,
a turning,
of tides,
with,
no abides,
a one way,
kinda way,
with no dismay,
of any day,
as it sets,
till along comes,
Summer's slot,
in it's hot,
beating way,
intensely,
then easily,
lazily,
day's roll past,
hotly so,
so life grows,
lucky to mature,
till it's sow,
soon,
with a harvest moon,
along comes,
gentle,
into breezy,
Autumn,
with it's,
leaves falling,
breezes calling,
leaves changing,
from green to,
red and yellow,
or orange,
till all brown,
drying,
and dying,
always still,
it leads,
us almost,
prepare,
like a dare,
to freeze,
or to be like,
sulpherdew,
cracking,
like brass,
on a blustery,
Wintry day,
where,
skies are grey,
where,
people die,
like they,
always,
will do,
coldly bleak,
it seems,
but still under,
the same skies,
people are born,
just like they,
always will do,
this season,
seems,
to be,
the death,
and yet a,
breath of life.