in the fall, the flowers wilt
leaves fall, leaving trees bare.
rose bushes revealing thorns.
as the earth passes away, shedding its current skin
it awaits the spring.
the winter coming first, freezing and preserving the life that lives below the light icy coffin.
spring comes and the earth is filled with life.
grass shone bright green,
trees refreshed with bright leaves,
flowers in bloom.

maybe within the seasons, we can learn.
that in order to grow, we need to lose pieces of ourselves
so that we can bloom stronger than before.


© wolfepoetry