Growing Up

It starts in the spring, It blooms so bright
Shining young and pretty, in the soft sunlight.
The days are nice, and the there's no problem with weather
The winds blows away your problems, not a single care

The summer brings the heat, the growing and learning,
As trees reach the clouds and the flowers are yearning
Passing so quickly, no recollection of spring,
The young leap into fall, not knowing what it brings

Maturing with age, old trees grow strong, some weak
A life long journey of knowledge and love to seek
But the cold wind blows truth, a little less love
As the winter winds begin to push the old and shove

The winter too soon brings a cold wind of the past
As an old man sits, and remembers life, from first to last
The cold winds slow his breath, his eyes close slowly
Till the spring brings back, all that was once pretty.

TwoWords.OneLove.