There is a moment in life,
A snapshot of strife,
Fought silently between,
The seasons of gold and green.
When Spring tries to stay,
And Summer tries to push it away,
The winds blow calm and vigorous,
And the air is sweet but rigorous.
Hair sweeps into eyes,
The dark sky sometimes cries,
Other times it is light and at peace,
Letting all anger and pain release.
And at this time between the days and weeks,
A type of "magic" happens to speak,
Of good things and merriment,
Or of bad things and torment.
Also in this time, friendships of all size,
Grow stronger as the sun starts to rise,
Or are tested with twisted anger and hate,
Argument, revenge, and terrifying debate.
Because at this time Spring knows the Summer conqueror is here,
And for an instant, a split second of the year,
The two work in perfect harmony,
As a peace making army.
They both have one goal,
To enlighten each soul,
And calm them for the lazy summer hours,
They know what humans have in their power.
And don't you know too?
What humans can do?
Why this transition is such a special time?
It simply reflects,
All humanity’s regrets,
And how eventually peace can come.
But as nature knows,
And as time goes,
This peace can never last.
Because soon after summer comes ruthless Autumn,
And then the merciless Winter.
The weather fights just like humans and war,
And as the clock continuos to tick,
Our own surroundings can show us the horror.
Can't you see it now, how humanity and nature are twins?
How they flaunt the same sins?
Our own cycles of hatred and fight,
Are reflected by each seasons own unique light.
Spring of rebirth, and new beginnings,
Summer of peace, warmth, and light,
Autumn shows us our own violent innings,
And winter shows off our brought-on-ourselves strife...
