Seasons


when the skies were blue
and the birds chirped in harmony,
there was a baby girl
opening her eyes to her eternity.

as the grass started to grow
while the sun sweat the atmosphere,
the little girl fell off her first bicycle
with a scratch and a tear.

soon the wind picked up speed
with a howl and a shrill of delight,
the young girl grew frail
although with all her might she'd tried.

then silence fell on the cold riverbank
urging animals to seek solace,
her chapped lips toned blue
leaving a face of pure honest.

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