𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧

🧡𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

January,February,December
Frosting cold winter nights
Clouds of oxygen appearing to my sights
The chills of the night bitting at my skin
March,April,May
The Misty ground almost looks like heavens clouds
As the rain makes a path along the sidewalk
The wet,moist air rubbing against my skin
June,July,August
The melting hot summer days
Fire works painting the night sky like a canvas
As the flaming breeze cooks my skin
September,October,November
The chills of the air appear again
Life dies slowly
As the crunchy leaves snap at my feet
Winter,Spring,Summer,Autumn
Dawn,Day,Dusk,Night
Year after year
The seasons change
Just like our lives
The only thing that stays the same
Is the memories we live through and leave behind.