Seasons

We in Life's Spring, Season of Birth,

Of blossoming buds and a vivid Earth, 

Of green potentialities and golden personalities,

Have no idea what it's worth.

We in the Summer, Vitality's Season,

Do away with pause and away with reason.

With fiery passions and lustful attractions,

We do what's fast and pleasing.

When we reach Autumn, the one of Descent,

We find our fire and passion spent.

Very reflective and newly projective,

We're now in wonder of what comes next.

Now, how did I do? Did I pass the test?

Have I earned my each and every breath?

Ready or not, eternal rest

In the Winter of Life, Season of Death.