"Green to brown and red, Then it is dead yet, When it's green I feel dead, And when it's brown I want to live again."
In a sumer you feel helpless,
Autumns freeing colors make you feel happy none the less,
You should have done more,
But you like inside,
where the thoughts of mine and others lie on paper,
You can feel safe when the weather is cold,
You can hide your body with a sweater,
The bright sun hurts my eyes,
But the cool white snow makes them sparkle,
The green is alive but makes me feel dead,
But when the brown seeks through I am alive again.


I wanted to preserve not_alex's poem by posting my continuation of theirs. I do not know if they have any writing anywhere else, so this is how I will keep it safe.