Slip Away Seasons

Snowflakes unwillingly brighten the day They drop silently; so blissfully Through these gloves And frozen fingers They slip away Leaves and bright flowers Along a path They start their way Picking them one by one Through the breeze They slip away The heat like a fire Good times Here to stay Blue ocean Newfound Happiness And most worries They slip away The chill and the warmth Both combined And intertwined, most everyday Vibrant leaves Can’t be replaced Off the branches of the trees It’s winter season once again; they slip away.