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 .
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