Changes
As the seasons change
so do those around you.
Frostbitten from head to toe
now those have turned to foes.
Brisk breeze of spring air
to a stab in the back to those you cared.
With that warm welcoming touch of sun
Now loving one another as we should.
To the season of falling dead leaves
back to round three with thee.
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