The Passing Of Seasons,
Lovers share one passionately bitter kiss,
as dead leaves fall from dead trees, smothering,
smothering the small choking plants gasping for life.
A cold wind passes through making a falling kaleidescope of color as the last leaves fall, leaving its mother tree bare.
The season of fall is the ending of life and warmth.
As snow, so deathly cold and bitter, is mixed with blood,
the God of Death, as a crow, pecks at a corpse.
He looks to his minions, as if to ask, "Where are the other dead?",
but they all know the rest of the victims float at the bottom of the frigid, fast flowing river.
The season of winter represents the cold, bitter pain of death.
Everything is purged, renewed by fresh rain,
the sun shines upon puddles, turning them to liquid light,
cherry blossoms flourish and green life sprouts in abundance.
The laughter of joyous children, the song of birds, and the rustling of leaves fill the once torturing silence.
The season of spring is the beginning of hope, happiness, and life.
The hate filled sun looks down upon the earth, helping yet hurting.
People take nourishment form the water as bodies of the blessed liquid dry up,
children play as their mothers watch in the cool shade of shadows.
Love blossoms near oceans, in the coolness of night, and romance can even be found in the shade of a tree.
The season of summer is filled with warmth, love, and a passionate yearning for water.
The passing of seasons is the art of Mother Nature.
Chi Briar-san Community Member 
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