Cliche Baby

Spring.
The birth of the leaf
The birth of the baby
It doesn't understand how the jungle works
So it cries.
It’s pure.

Summer.
It begins to mature
It has lots of fake fun and smiles
It's a prototype.

Fall.
Different colours show up
The conscience is alive and free
Realizing that starting it up again
Would be all in vain.

Winter.
It's afraid of death
Hence it turns its face to God
It does understand how the jungle works
So it cries again
And it dies.

Tudor Mircea Ranta, 13 years' old
Bucharest, Romania