09 Apr [ The Four Seasons ]

Green breaks the soil

I am born

Warmer days to come

There’s hope

The sound of cries

Another chance for life .

Days are longer now

I am grown

A wolf howl to the Moon

I live and I enjoy life

A prey under its paw

Nothing lasts forever .

Bare tress all around

My body decays

Crops to harvest

I reap what I sown

I admire the Sunset

Now I know all is going to end .

Snow falls outside

The end is near

Adieu !

I say my goodbyes

It’s cold

I die .