Seasons

The changing of times come

Many are aware, yet few are prepared

The transitioning from one state to another

The falling away and new birth witnessed

Of harvests and sowing

Of building up and tearing down

Of holding up and pruning some

Seasons

Inevitable in all their ways

Slightly different with every year

The colours though appearing the same, uniquely changed

The interactions that were now forgotten, new bonds to be made

Of embracing the newness with hope

Of letting go of the past with relief

Of enjoying the present, for time quickly passes.