The Seasons

    It is in the dawning of Spring that fresh life stirs and reaches out to the world, enveloping all creatures, overriding their thoughts and feelings to drive forward in it’s quest for love.
    It is in the rising of Summer that festive life cascades down in a burning spiral of energy, scorching the very essence of nature, branding them with outbursts of joy to celebrate the end of it’s journey.
    It is in the swelling of Autumn that quiet life seeps through the cracks of being, flowing over consciousness, lulling all thought into a precious sleep.
    It is in the drifting of Winter that dejected life scuttles around the shadows of energy, hunting nightmares, throwing off nature’s balance on the wall of life and death.

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