Changing Seasons Poem by Paul Grois

CHANGING SEASONS
Autumn leaves would take us past one year,
Your green trees are sprouting to a clear,
My mind is now wiser than the first time,
We had that summer dine.
Within the fall lies winter rain,
Coming to crossroads would heal the pain,
for what was and now is done,
Lies deep beneath the adventures of our fun,
No matter how hard we try to solve our problems,
The past lays for us to solve them.
But in the spring the earth will bear,
A new man, I promise, my dear,
And a plea for her to dare,
To be part with me each and every year.
So the story goes of seasons very old,
and behold for in it a valuable lesson yelled,
what was and what is awesome and bold,
in joy or sorrow we have a story to tell.