Winter’s knocking on the door
And I now get to see a whole
Of the seasons that were made
All in perfect, loving shape.
Spring for flowers to be born,
Trees and plants are all now shown
To the people feeling sad
For the winter that they had.
Summer comes then in no time
Giving us a chance to shine.
Humans love spending their days
Under sun’s blessing rays.
Autumn’s here before you know it
Bringing cold and rain to pour it,
Bringing sadness to some people,
It’s a shame because it’s blissful.
It’s the time right before winter
Both the seasons so you can mingle,
Spending time just with the shelves,
Of your life and higher self.
Now I’m getting all mixed feelings
About seasons and you see this,
There is one thing I know right now:
They’re made as nature’s vow.
It’s a vow that can be broken
Just by humans with a token,
Just by throwing all their dust
Up in universe as a blast.
Dust’s the one you have today
The one mudding all the ways
Of as humans as a race
Stopping us from pure grace.
All the plastic you throw now
Might kill a bird somehow,
All the metals that you leave
Will sure destroy some leaves.
All the chemicals you eat
Through your mouths and with your wit,
All the fake that rules the world
Which doesn’t let us evolve.
We are here to make things right,
To stop eating all that’s in our hive,
To stop wasting all the food
That others don’t have for good.
Some are starving now, you see,
While I’m in bed, writing poetry.
I just wish a word of mine
Could feed a whole tribe.
“Tribe sounds primitive”, you say,
Ok, think of it this way:
Major cities, just like mine
Got people that would commit a crime.
Being hungry is a burden
That you’ll exchange for a murder,
People are able to kill
To remember how it feels
Going to bed at night,
Having home and dinner right,
Having family and just knowing
People love you without worrying
About life or just surviving,
Having shelter without hiding
From the nature’s way of saying:
It’s a blessing to be raining.
See now this is the point of this,
Showing humans how we miss
The importance of The Seasons,
Take for granted what we’re given.
Instead of making things right
We decide to just hide
The Reality from self and others
Lying that we live like brothers.