Changing of the seasons

Leaves crunch

Wind whistles

Flowers bloom

And I watch it all, silently, my hair swishing in the breeze

The end of my lips twists up

As I watch the leaves turn green,

And the roots of the trees grow deep,

And the berries on the bushes turn red

The changing of the seasons

It’s the most joyous thing I can imagine.

It makes my lips turn from blue to pink,

It makes my hair warm in the sun

It makes my hands defrost in the heat

It makes my heart feel whole

It makes me happy