Seasons Can Change Me

When Spring breaks in,so does my smile.
For once I feel so alive.
Then the flowers withered and Death arrived,
And I feel as If I wish to cry.

I feel the hot sun,signifying the Summer.
My sun kissed skin on fire.
I see through my eyes a burning desire.
The ghost of disaster has found someone smarter.

The orange leaves fall down on Autumn
as I stare deeply into the colors.
The sky isn't bright and the colors turn duller,
when the ghost approaches near,the phantom.

But then comes the Winter,the sweet cold.
I hide in the covers,on my empty home.
I wait for your arrival,I wish someday
you will make all the pain of the seasons
go far away.