Spring's a new beginning when flowers bloom.

Is this the way I'll start my almost never-ending doom?

Summer's angry scorch flashes by.

Will dreams and hopes come true, or will it all be a lie?

Autumn trundles bye ever so gracefully.

Is this a relief after being tortured ever so distastefully?

Winter finally freezes over the wounds of life.

Can I finally settle down from the long seasons' strife?