Seasons Poem by Aranoys AreligSelegn

On a Sunday Afternoon
while laying on the grass
You whispered a question
while softly kissing my hands:

'What's your favorite season of the year? you asked
while with your sweet green eyes
you looked all around our world as I'd never seen before
You looked around us with such admiration for life
that you made the world shine before my eyes

I answered that it could be Spring,
because in Spring we can see the green rebirth of everything around us;

I said it could be Summer,
because in Summer we can feel the heat of nature making earth glitter even in hot summer nights;

Or maybe it could be Fall,
because Fall is the golden end of all emeralds we see from dawn 'til dawn.
and because even though with its cool wind Fall covers all with beautiful colors of death
Earth never gives up and it just eagerly waits for life to come back someday;

But then again… it could also be Winter,
because when Winter comes
we can feel the magic power of earth
as it plays with its cold deep breeze reaching for us…
Winter is a frozen silence
giving earth some peaceful rest
while in the meantime angels refresh our earth' soul
with cold rain and white snow…

'Why do you ask' I said 'which season I prefer?
and you answered 'because I wanted to know
if you'd remember later on
of all things we learned together
in this faraway world'…

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…I still remember…
and I begin to understand…
now that you are no longer here
I can really see what you meant…

You meant all seasons are not many
no matter how different they seem.
They are all just beginnings and ends,
no matter if there is cold, heat, rebirth or death

When they all become one
all seasons become life...
Just, and simply, a beautiful life
that we can never give up'