Seasons

Red autumn leaves fall from branches as blood drops from veins
Song birds sings the parting song, a song of death and birth
As the nocturne fades, trees become naked
The leaves which fell become the memory, the foundation, also the nourishment of a new birth
Comes winter, a season of harsh chill, and violent death
As men enter into forceful solitude
The world embrace its darkness in reflection
Sees a giant, which is itself, slumber underneath a blanket of snow
Only to be set ablaze silently by the morning sun
A terrible glare which is the tongue of fire
By the same light begins to reveal what has been buried
And brings forth what is dead to alive

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