A reflection of my 'Seasons'

Sunshine, birds, and flowers sometimes seem to fill my mind
But then I get lost in a hurricane and they are all just left behind.

Sometimes my rays of sunlight pierce and destroy the clouds of grey,
But then sometimes I drown in tears, and I cannot find my way.

My weather changes so quickly, I never know what to wear,
Do I risk being too cold in the rain, or in the sunshine standing bare.

Would seasons be much better, feeling blissful for three months long?
I would be laughing, flying, smiling and singing my song.

But what about the winter, three long months of non-stop tears?
Down in the dumps, all that time just thinking about my fears.

Would the sun-shine be so strong that I could not put it back in the sky?
And run onto the whole year through, so I was always high.

But would the tears keep falling, flood the world, the powerful flow?
Would prevent me from swimming to the top, so I stayed on a permanent low.

I think it’s supposed to be this way, you feel happy and take flight,
And sometimes you fall down, and it takes all your strength and might.

I wonder if rather than saying sometimes, and just letting the feeling ‘be’,
Is what is called ‘living life’; or life from the eyes of me!