Seasons


She saw her world quickly changing.
No control was attained as it began rearranging;

And she cried as she tried to see past the pain
But in the midst of it all, love still remained.

And it grew; yes it grew, pumping hope through her veins.
At the end of it all she saw she wasn't the same.

Then off in the distance she noticed a light that was beaming.
The seasons were changing; it all had a meaning.

The girl that knew good things die so better things can grow.
Found herself thankfully accepting it was good to let go.

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