Autumn, Winter, Spring & Summer
The seasons of life that fill the air
Persistant, relentless, never ending parody
Create & fruit then wilt, hibernate
dormant energy, not dead, just counting the days to arise.
Sex, birth, life, death, ascend in a wreath of sorrow
Amidst the mournings of those who are left
A shadow, a noise, an unexplained sound
A feeling within we are not alone
From a dimension unknown
Fear grips those who close their eyes
Who cannot see, though they are not blind
They sit and wait for their turn to arrive
Counting the days to wither and die.
