Seasons come, seasons go
time is long but very limited.
for some, it’s short; for others too long.
time waits for no one though it’s always there,
Seasons may wait but they’re always changing.
They say time is so fast it’s as if it stood still.
They also say that seasons are slow, that they might be going on very fast.
And when you think you’ve got the season figured out,
A new one starts,
And when you think you’ve finally controlled time,
it just slipped your grasp.
They are cycles, that belong to Life and Death.
No one should fear neither of them but honor and
respect them.
There is light in death,
and darkness in life
But we tend to mix those so that we don’t get lost.