Poems

Seasons

Seasons

You may love some people,

You may hate some people,

You may hate reading;

Or maybe you love it,

You may love drawing;

Or maybe you hate it,

Maybe your favourite colour is purple;

Maybe it's red,

Maybe you admire One direction;

Maybe your more of a Green Day person,

Maybe neither,

But that's a lot of maybes,

Maybes change just as easily as the seasons;

So when Summer turns to Fall,

Don't question it,

Because maybe your more of a Winter person,

You'll never know until you have found your true self,

Everybody hates something,

Everybody loves something,

But in the end,

Does it matter?

Because everybody changes;

Just like the seasons,

So when Winter turns to Spring,

Be happy with the blooming flowers

Because it doesn't matter,
Everybody,
Everything,
Changes.

Just like the seasons.

~Kai B(Ru)