Of nature, unexplainable nature
Why does the willow not weep
when winter robs it of its summer gown?
Why do the heavy laden clouds
chase away the revered sunshine?
How can the gently falling snow
be so exquisite, yet so cruel?
How can the flickering flame
comfort some, yet consume so many?
Why does the heart ache so
when a season reaches the bittersweet time of transition?
When will the aching heart cease its aching
and leap again once more?
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