Seasons Change

The cold wind blows
And I fall, unable to hang on.
It's nothing new;
Seasons change and so do we,
so do you.

What can I say?
I miss the sun; it sets early now
nights are longer
And I pray to make it through
without you.

The leaves are beautiful
But we're all mislead
For changing colors mean they're dead
And though we hope the grass will stay
It's inevitable to end this way.
I know it well, this winter hell:

The snow will fall
All will freeze, giving impressions of
desolation.
Winter's long, but spring will come,
bringing new;
You'll see it too.