SEASONAL METAMORPHOSIS

SEASONAL METAMORPHOSIS
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Four seasons fill up the year,
Showing the four stages of life so clear,
First of all being the blissful spring,
Peppy with innocence like the dawn bells that ring,
Holds in it the lowest of esteem,
With neither thirst for fame ,nor dream.


Then comes the youthful summer,
Filled with the rage for desire,
Seeking for power , without fear,
With a heart to fight any fate,
Learns to labour and wait.


Thirdly autumn brings shades of melancholy,
As he turns o'er his past memory,
When he folds his wings,
And loses flair for worldly things,
He falls like the wilting leaf's,
Bearing in him the sadest of grief's.


Finally ,comes the dreadful winter,
When his thoughts seem to lose color,
He see's nothing ahead ,but a lonely way,
As life is short it withers away.........................