Changing Seasons
Nostalgia is born in autumn Rises from the ash of spring In winter dies the haughty goals We knew summer would bring In Spring blossoms the determined fate To be new under summer sky Yet in Autumn's chill we are forced to hate The early winter that will watch it die The we of winter was so different Than the summer of our youth The courage spring seeks to grow Drifts to dust in autumn hues The persistent marching of the seasons Breaks more hearts than years combined But we don’t cry because the seasons change We weep because we didn’t