As the seasons change

so do those around you.

Frostbitten from head to toe

now those have turned to foes.

Brisk breeze of spring air

to a stab in the back to those you cared.

With that warm welcoming touch of sun

Now loving one another as we should.

To the season of falling dead leaves

back to round three with thee.

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