Leaves, of multiple colors, float down from the trees, leaving them bare Throughout the school year. Snow, of the purest white, falls from heaven, the frozen tears of the angels The season for merry family time. Flowers, tiny species of many, sprout out and rejoice, in the warmth of the sun Time for the green to prosper yet again. Vacation, three months of it, allows travel around the world, either alone or with others The period of time in which I see you again. To Korea, I go To see you again Where we will walk through parks, Along lakes and streams Where we will hold hands and bask In the moment of our love Until the time when I must return...And the cycle begins again.