A Season's Ashes
When spring comes
Nature takes grasp to new growth and change,
As it dissapears into summer
Never the less they still are vibrant in taste.
When the leaves begin to fall
Shedding thier coats of oranges and reds,
They become bare as they did in the years before
and a white coat covers them once agian.
With every season comes a new scene.
An arrangement of routines that shed a blanket over this earth,
Once one passes another gives birth.