I Am... the Harsh Seasons

Fall leaves blow in the wind My body begins to cringe Flowers die Animals run and hide, Snow flakes collide with the ground Kids mess around Rodes turn to ice Winter wasn't so nice, Sun appears out the sky As we turn to say goodbye Seasons are a way of life As we live through strife, Young like a fall morning Scared like a winter warning Needed like the sunshine We all come around sometime, Forever changing seasons I learn for many reasons Wild and uncontrollable The season will make me inconsolable