Seasons
When her name is of summer
As she blooms into herself
Her golden hair gleaming in the sun
What will you do
When her blond hair turns brown
and that brown to white
A sheet of white will cover her
and take away her brightness
take away the gleam
take away her
Because winter comes quicker than you think
So cherish her
Before she is blown away
by the harsh winter winds
-don’t let her get ripped away from you too
