p.116

It’s spring and your words are sweeter than the
smell of blooming flowers.
My smile grows faster than the luscious green
grass and
I’m falling for you harder than the rain showers.
It’s summer and you are my light.
You shine brighter than the sun and
your heart is warmer than the weather; but
when summer leaves, so do you. Now,
it’s autumn and the leaves aren’t the only things
falling down.
The flowers aren’t the only things dying, and
the colors aren’t the only things that are
changing.
It’s winter and the trees aren’t the only things
that have lost parts of themselves.
The chimney isn’t the only thing filled with smoke
and
the air is not the only thing that has turned
cold…

Leave a Reply

SCROLL TO TOP