My Season

 My Seasons 

Spring: 

With a smile, i arrived

observed but not determined

curious but not afriad

Mimicking the flight of bird

Dancing around the sound of cruiqid

Summer

River of the pupil gleams 

like the starry sky

Refelcting the moon and

light up the wood

the night of breeze thrill through 

with watermellon flavour handshacks 

Autumn 

The intangeble sky with 

the trees were falling

undefined dreams were fading

they told me I wasn't good enough 

to see the next spring. 

Winter

The river cease to flow 

growl of the animal begging 

Left me with tiredness

Waiting for another arrival 

— sword of life