Seasons change in many way,
One version to another.
A bit like our troublesome thoughts
In competition with our tremulous actions.
We either feed wood to the blaze of our desires,
Or tease the thirst of exploration with unrequited tales and dreams.
Each month comes as expected, in its most anticipated form.
Yet when we get to the First,
It’s as if life’s slipping by.
Seasons change in many ways,
It’s yours to control.
We may live in a negative-minded world, but our intrinsic worlds are created from our imagination.
Believe it to be so and you’ll see it appear in all of its beautiful forms.
With the change in temperature you’ll find people lost,
What they’ll soon come to realise is that nothing is assured.
Whether it’s a summer of heat or winter of cold,
The only thing we can know for sure is that we’re in this together.
You’re never alone. Not really. You’ve got yourself.
So when you feel the heat subside and your skin raises with the chill,
Remember to welcome the new season,
As it’s within your control.
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