Seasons and Separation

Winter is when the days are long,
No more birds to sing the song.
These are the days that it seems
My perfect family, was just a dream.

Spring is where it all began,
Our little family came to an end.
The birds were singing, friends came calling,
But inside our walls were falling.

Summer came, we played in the yards,
Inside it was a game of cards.
No one won and no one lost,
But everybody paid the cost.

Autumn came, he had to leave;
To everyone it was plain to see,
That like the leaves our family tried,
And despite our efforts, it still died.