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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