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Wilting: Memories of Seasons
By Tsani Raimina

Time moves too Fast
Before you Know it
The Seasons have Changed

And then you Blink
And it’s Spring
And the Flowers are Peeping up
From Underneath the Snow
The Trees have Tiny Buds
That will One Day
Blossom into Flowers
And Shiny Bright Leaves
And the Grass is Green and Wet
And a Soft Breeze Caresses your Face

And then you Smile
And it’s Summer
The Flowers are Bloomed
And Wilting
The Leaves on the Trees are less
Then Shiny and Green
Their Buds Long Ago Bloomed
And Wilted and Fallen
The Grass is Nearly Brown
And the Heat is Wilting your Smile

And then you Sigh
And it’s Fall
The Flowers are Wilted and Dead
Their Petals Floating on the Winds
With the Leaves
And Twirl around you
A Swirl of Colors
And then Plummet
To the Ground
You can No Longer see the Grass
And the Winds begin to Cut your Face

And then you Wince
And it’s Winter
The Flowers have been Buried
By Dustings of Snow
The Trees are Rough and Leafless
Dead and Forlorn
Against a Whitened Background
The Grass had Long Ago
Shriveled up into Nothing
And a flake of feather-light snow
Falls on your cheek

And then you Breathe
And Everything has Changed
Once again
An Endless Cycle
That no one can Stop
Summer Fall
Winter Spring
With each New Season
Comes more Pain
And more Joy
But what Happens Tomorrow
No one Knows

And then You Wake up
And it was All a Dream
Every Flower and Tree
Every Strand of Grass
The Winds Harsh and Soft
The Heat and the Snow
All Memories of a Dream
That must have Never Happened
Or at Least
That is what you Think

Time moves too Fast
Before you Know it
The Seasons have Changed
And a Story has Come and Gone
Within your Dreams
And the One that is Always Forgotten
Was and Still Is
Wilting
Memories of Seasons