We Are The Seasons - Poem by Della Perry
We are the seasons
The changing seasons, always different
Sometimes we are the summer
Bright and warm, eager to rise
Glowing with happiness and pride.
Other times we are the autumn
Drooping, dying, falling apart
To the ground like hard, crumbling brown leaves.
A cherry blossom without the show.
Some days we are the winter
Cool, cold, impervious to others.
Sometimes we are the spring
Reborn with love and hope
Opening like the elegant daffodil
Tall and proud, changing
New and excited.
We are like the seasons
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