Quite a Metaphor For Life and Death

Every time autumn's frigidness wears away the leaves grips and cause them to fall. Summer's once green life withers away to return to mother earth. Like every mother she knows when the time has come, Whether it's a bird pushed from the nest, or an infant child's first breath, maternal instinct mixed with offspring love, together knows best. The real test is when winter's bitter cold desires the sun, lands are frozen, inhabiters run, birds soar towards the south, the worst's yet to come. Continual Cycle of seasons of change Constantly challenges the strong, the willing, and brave. I know when MY spring blossomed a life that I can call mine, summer followed and seemed endless forever alive. Deep inside your mind a day can last forever, fall slowly creeps by, while we all spend winter together.