Seasons

== Seasons ==
When life is reborn, frail and delicate;
Break of dawn and beginning of seasons,
Flowers bloom to roses so elegant,
Leaves, light green, defy the thoughts of reason.
Bright sweltering heat, cool shade and slight breeze.
Laughs of young children running on beaches,
Call to birds and the creatures of the seas.
The joy that fades with time, breaks to pieces.
Changing color, crumple, and then they fall
To the ground. In gold, orange, red and brown.
South all birds go, both the big and the small.
Wind blows from the South, blowing leaves around.
Dead and frozen, claws reach to skies azure,
A world that is dead of its own ensue.