Seasons

-It's like a short essay/poem thing... i'm not sure what to call it..-

Summer... It's like preparing everything to die.

Then Fall comes along and slowly kills everything that survived Summer...

Next comes Winter, freezing all the corpses of nature...

But Spring arrives and thawes them out, and everything becomes alive again...

The Seasons are like a constant cycle of preparation...

Preparing to die...

Preparing to live...

A constant beautiful tragedy.