My life like the seasons
I'm learning to behave like the seasons,
by never dwelling on one state forever.
A little bit of breeze, a little bit of rain; I'm learning to never form my clouds in the same pattern.
I remember when I loved to really shine.
When I will shine today and shine the next day , not really caring that I will eventually get bored of shining or run out of fuel to burn.
Well, I ran out, and I really wanted to shine again but couldn't.
It was then that I learned to snow away my sadness, but snow came with cold and the cold brought me a flu, so I ended up snowing away my sadness with a stuffed nose and a bag of tissues.
This went on for a while, until I couldn't snow no more.
Suddenly, I could only breeze, and I enjoyed it so much, even though the cold still lingered and I missed how easy I shone; I breezed, blowing momentarily through the bushes, seldomly awakening good and wild scents and smells.
Still I breezed, until I ran out of breath and fell.
I went crashing to the ground, with my heart palpitating while I breath restlessly and watch the leaves mimic my fall.
It was surprisingly beautiful, the way I saw the insects, birds and other animals move around, creeching and ticking, squeaking and squealing, while it's occasionally drizzling.
It drew my mind away from my apparent demise, I forgot for a second, until I completely fell;
and just as I was about to embrace the view and accept the news of my
seizure to exist,
I felt a ting of oil in my ignite.
Then I began to shine all over again!