By metaphorically comparing each stage of our lives to a season I have decided...well ...read and find out what i've decided ;)
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Spring is born. A season yet to blossom to it's full intensity. The continuous, steady, growing season. Spring is like a little child. It's touch is warm, rainfall always occurs...but rainfall, rainfall feeds flowers of the heart and mind. Spring too is full of irritations. The constant buzz of mosquitos like a repititious "mommmmmmy". Yet after each bite, the sun still shines, after each rainfall that bright orb still stretches it's smile across the sky.
Summer is what follows...a season that has blossomed to it's full potential. The continous, steady, living season. Summer is like a youthful person. Sometimes, summer makes you want to take off your clothes. It is full of fun, a neverending party. Summer goes to bed really late. No one ever seems to want summer to end.
Then autumn comes. Beautiful, wise autumn. The youthful trees wrinkle. Yet, the most vibrant colours are left. Crimson red, rich, intoxicating purple, nature's bright orange. Autumn is like someone of middle age. Everything is beginning to sag a little, die a little? Yet the trees drop the most beautiful presents for infants waddling by, gifts of love, gifts of self. Autumn is quieter then spring and summer. It is quick to cause memories, homes are solidified during it, for preservation during winter. Autumn. So beautiful. So wise. So virtuous.
Winter comes at last. We all knew it was inevitable. Winter is elderly. It likes to keep itself covered. Winter may have a cold exterior...but in the heart of winter there is always that little cabin, heated by an energetic fire, bustling with memories. Within winter many accidents occur...some of which the doctor cannot fix. Winter may be a season of death...but each snow angel is remembered.
And so the seasons continue in a neverending cycle. Each season... beautiful. We must never forget that. For eternity the seasons flow. Spring is born and reborn. Summer continues, autumn prolongs the cycle still, then winter. And though we think that winter is the end... it's really just the beginning. And though we think that death is the end...it's really just the beginning.