Seasons keep turning, like the hands on a clock
tick tock, the pendulum rocks, as we take stock
days pass, the weather changes on the fly
spring into summer, a gull cries into autumnal skies
Spring buds a new flower bloom, the last day of gloom
winter hums its final tune, alone under a bright new moon
a first kiss, as new love sways like a tree in the breeze
knocks you off your feet, spring just a tease of summers easy days
Seasons change quickly, days keep passing so briskly
memories of summer in the park, or on the beach spent with glee
they keep flooding me, brief reminders of yesterday
when we used to run and play, nothing could scare us away
The orange autumn call, like waterfalls of amber blossom teardrops
leaves fall in golden raindrops from the tree tops
ground shrouded with remnants of summer's passing, in the sky clouds amass
to watch as the days are drawing, and the nights begin to trespass
Winter falls as the last chime is called
the bells ring out for one and all
the year ends as it begins, a crash of gunpowder to see it in
the cycle starts again, a web of tangled memories, the endless threads we spin
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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