• by Isaac
    spring.....it calls me.......the plants a fresh bud of hope..and a reson that i may once again live
    summer.....the heat of passion....it can be hazardous if there is to much of this heat...for it will cause a drought....drying out the water that is needed to feed the lands..... suffocating the earth and plants that are the hope and dreams of every animal in my soul....every emotion in my heart
    fall.....it cools the air but chills the spine as fear sets in as i relize that not everything is set in stone...a fear that i may loose the thing that caused the summer and spring...that hope that i need in order to move on...in order to grow..for without hope...there can be no dreams.......and without dreams...all is to just fade away....
    winter....my emotions as cold as the snow that falls inside my soul ever drifting further from that which i love......causing me to become empty..and dead.....scavanging like the animals for any signs of life...any signs of hope.....till once again i find hope and can move on..only for the cycle of seasons to start again