New Beginings

A Poem by JustMe

this Summer...
ended and ends.

starts emotions and thoughts.

nouns that cannot be seen.

and verbs that cannot be duplicated.

This is the best thing we got to a new begining.

The closest thing we got to fire's effects.

Rebrith, a concept of misbielf.

Everyone should get a second chance.

Just like everyone is there own.

We think as there we are.

Plural meanings become singular.

Three heads are better than four.

Only because three's company.

Four's a crowd.

Breath in the smoke only to exhale the flame.

Colors of orange and red poor from the sky.

As only shown in the highlights of Autumn.

People reflected on leaves,
ever changing color to fit the harsh Winter that lie ahead
Only to sprout anew when Spring's wind breezes thru
Until the new Summer aproach.

To decide.

True color,
is it the Autumn's orange or red?
Winter's dark brown and dead?
Spring's rebrith and sheen?
Or just Summers final perfect green?
One must die to be reborn.