People are not much different than seasons,

For they change appearance, moods--as a whole;

But not on purpose or certain reason;

A transformation they cannot control.

 

A natural habit, cycle of life;

Cold and depressed to warm, lively and glad;

Smiling with glee to a personal strife;

Back to happiness where nothing is bad.

 

A warming smile greets you in April,

A saddening glance in cold December;

From smiling, laughing, seeming an angel,

She’s mad, upset, she loses her temper.

 

She changes like seasons, she can’t control;

Now the winter freezes her heart and soul.