Birth of Seasons
Ali C.
Snow:
It falls, gently reminding
Us of wishes upon stars
Coming closer to us,
Tickling our noses,
Cooling our tongues
And blanketing the earth
In purest ice, in whitest beauty.
See:
It grows, this flower blooming
Breaks free from the earth and is
Bringing life to us,
Sweetening the air,
Warming our faces,
And joining its brothers
Sand:
It burns, invigorating
Us alongside the water
Washing up against us,
Spraying our skin,
Healing our wounds,
And reflecting the light
In clearest youth, in vivacious grace.
See:
The leaves, they've started falling
As if the trees have birthed sons
Who are coming closer to us
Floating in the wind,
Touching our faces,
And gently reminding us
Of wishes upon stars, coming closer.
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