The 4 Seasons Poem by helena dombrowski

I look out my window
and see a lot of rain.
and then i feel bad
for those who live in pain.
for every dropp that
falls from the sky,
i no that someone
is just about to die.

for every single flake
of crisp white snow,
suffering and sorrow
is all they'll ever no.

when the sun is shining
and everything is bright
every other day is just
another big fight.

And with every leaf
that falls from the tree,
another troubled soul
was just released free.

spring
winter
summer
fall
are not just seasons,
they are symbolic
and every symbol, has its reasons...