the Winter song is playing
fireside so cold
watch the child stumble
down the empty road

the Autumn chill is fraying
trees brittle, old
watch the child stare at sky
the gray tumbling into gold

the Summer heat deserted
dry grass reaped and sold
watch the child crack wide open
simple stories left untold

the Spring is brittle for forever
infinity stolen back
the child shows the door
the world beyond is only black