Spring, the season of rebirth
a new life , rebirth at its purest
as nature slowly re-grows
we watch the slow process
but even in spring the season of rebirth
nature dies ... more and more ...
winter, the season of death
where she withers in her power
more and more
till all there is her death
and she lies in wait till the season of rebirth
but even she knows that each year she recovers less and less
and so the war wages on
and each year she lessens in her power
as winters bite stings more and more
so does man kind’s
until we see our wrong doings
and by then.. it will have been to late...
will the human race ever see...
how they are their own downfall
