Seasons

Random Poem I wrote about a year ago!

Seasons

 

Seasons change by the number of weeks

It’s four Gods always taking control

Wicked winter takes the lead with its cold whips

 

It imprisons us and makes us insane

The Wicked Winter brings us Spirited Spring

Spirited spring gives us Fair Fall

Of course this is not a favorite, but fairer than all the rest

 

Spring shines like a piece of gold

Giving warm air and sunny love

Leaves wrinkle with each step and the air becomes bitter

 

Then Fair Fall changes to Wicked Winter

Wicked winter will never cease to exist

It’s not the evil winter that matters

 

Good overpowers Evil in the end

For when Wicked Winter leaves

I will be welcomed warmly by Spirited Spring

Reviews

[Ceos]

Remarkable. Simply Remarkable. The only thing that I must ask is, what happened to summer?