Seasons


Seasons come and seasons go, Often reminding us of years before.
Years of joy and years of pain, years that we never want to relive again.
With leaves that are changing and falling all around, change is needed and soon it will be found.
Just as the trees need change, so do we.
Not everyone is a friend, some are your enemy.
Feeling your mind with lies and deceit, always stay rooted, always stand on your feet.
So with this in mind, remember the tree; stand tall, be firm in what you believe.
Seasons will come and seasons will go, old life must die; so new life can grow.

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