The season's of our earth, do they change our mood,
our in our minds is it, these thoughts we explore,
and yet the answer's we thrive the answer for, are we yet to find.
The sun is shining down on beautiful field's of golden light,
the sunlight falling through the trees, to make shadow's on the floor.
Why are we not still happy, why do we not smile and be overjoyed,
perhaps it's just not the right season, our hearts and mind cannot
open up to, or maybe we are blind to beauty, so many answers,
as I search my soul to see.
Yet seeing others looking elated, and happy, why cant this be me.
Our season's, spring and summer, is when we are supposed to feel
our best, but it can rain through every season to, so please do not
define yourself, no season has to be you.
We see a enchanted rainbow, with colours so bright and picturesque,
you see people taking photographs of it, there faces show so much
interest.
Whether it may be spring or winter, whatever season brings out
the best in you, mine always vary, like the seasons, as my moods
can be very unpredictable too.
It can rain in all seasons, nothing has any power, or force to change
it instantly into sunshine, a bit like the feelings our hearts hold.
Should there be thunder and lightning when we feel so angry
and low, again another force that can be controlled, that we have to except.
Never let anyone pick your season and try and change you in anyway,
As seasonal changes, are just like you trying to find the right way.
©janine
J