Seasons keep turning, like the hands on a clock

tick tock, the pendulum rocks, as we take stock

days pass, the weather changes on the fly

spring into summer, a gull cries into autumnal skies

Spring buds a new flower bloom, the last day of gloom

winter hums its final tune, alone under a bright new moon

a first kiss, as new love sways like a tree in the breeze

knocks you off your feet, spring just a tease of summers easy days

Seasons change quickly, days keep passing so briskly

memories of summer in the park, or on the beach spent with glee

they keep flooding me, brief reminders of yesterday

when we used to run and play, nothing could scare us away

The orange autumn call, like waterfalls of amber blossom teardrops

leaves fall in golden raindrops from the tree tops

ground shrouded with remnants of summer's passing, in the sky clouds amass

to watch as the days are drawing, and the nights begin to trespass

Winter falls as the last chime is called

the bells ring out for one and all

the year ends as it begins, a crash of gunpowder to see it in

the cycle starts again, a web of tangled memories, the endless threads we spin 

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

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