Temporary
There I stood, constant at the edge
As the seasons visited.
It was strange, as it began with rains..
Unleashed she, the blessing casually collected.
Cleansed the crude, she flowed.
Then arrived he, the mighty winter
with coats and colds, ah! He plays the perfect role!
Warmth he spreads, in an ironic way that has to be said!
With her symphony she waltz,
Autumn she was, as the piper who played
she carried away the leaves dazed.
In all the chaos around, arrived the standard spring
Swish.. Swash.. Blooms and sprouts
dutiful he, the usual colours he doused.
There I, standing at the edge, why so temporary I wonder?
Or is it I, that is ever revolving and In
this dance of the Night and day
Its the role they have to play?
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