Summer's warmth can never stay,
For fall's cool breeze it must make way,
Bearable but not quite the same
Colour snatched from leaves, left dying and lame
A baron frost is soon to come,
Erasing the joy that summer had spun
Bitter cold bites at the heart,
But a fire in the midst, a trend she starts
Trying to melt away the sharpened ice,
She'll try to win no matter the price,
Leaving herself a sacrifice
To winter's cold who laughs her way
this little flame is led astray
He seems quite pleased to toss her away
But what does he know?
The seasons are not just made of snow!
A sweet sweet spring must come up soon,
Followed by a cloudless sky with full clear moon
In summer nights,
the little spark will regrow her light
Embracing the world after winters flight
Covering up the hate and spite
Should that daunting breeze show once again?
The flame just smiled "I'll call him friend"