Four Seasons

Dancing petals sway in the breeze

Among green grass, pristine

The sun on valleys looks heavenly

Endless fields of colour and joy

Such a vibrant world, far as can see

I want to revel in the feeling

Leaves crunch like bones,

Parks full of dying green

The wind howls, the start of a storm

My empty heart falls into the whirl

Of this dying world, silent as the grave

I cover my ringing ears, drown out the noise

A blanket of white

Stark figures of trees

In these dark days I wandered

Lonely as the branches, clawing at nothing

In the bleak world, nearing the end

I look back on days that I cannot see

Among all the casualties there is life

Days I longed for, hope and peace

The dew on buds and the grateful seeds

All around the glowing world

I finally feel at ease