Seasons.

Seasons.
I walk along this straight path.
Seeing many familiar faces.
A gust of wind blows the autumn leaves.
Far to the heavens above.

I walk along this straight path.
Gentle footsteps on the frosty snow
settled on the ground.
Beginning to melt from the warmth of the sun.

I walk along this straight path
motionless tears fall to the floor
as silent as sadness
sleet falls.