Seasons

When the air softens,

I'll taste its perfume.

As the heat rises,

I'll smell sun's burn on my skin.

When the tree's flutter,

I'll crinkle their decay beneath my feet.

As the sky thickens,

I'll sink into the earth, a couple inches deep.

Then I'll watch it begin again.

When days go right,

I'll smile.

As days dance with goodness,

I'll laugh.

When days are solemn,

I'll frown.

As days break, not just for dawn,

I'll cry.

Then I'll watch it begin again.