Lives change with the seasons
The leaves stand tall yet lay so slow
The wind whispers sweet nothings into the ears of those who are willing to listen
There is something sad yet so beautiful about the rain
It's almost as if the clouds ask for your hand in a temporary marriage
And your answer wasn't yes
Silence in the storm is like a ballet of the seasons
Perfectly choreographed and gracefully executed with a delicate beauty
Some see it as disastrous and some see it as harmonious
Life is ever changing
Constantly turning and tossing
Decisions choices and fate
Dance together in the disorder that is routine
I am the dancer in every season of my life
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