Season Change

They talk about winter on the other country,
While here i am wishing to talk about it also,
When the snow falls and how thick it can get,
The blizzards of white that washed away a town,
Like a pillow or mattress,
But so fragile that it crush,
How it smell so different when it does falls,
And within that only i could hold your hand,
To keep it warm.

What beautiful may come,
When the chirping bird sings loudly,
Calling to the people walk by,
To just look around them,
Colourful flowers and the smell of wood,
Signing the come of spring,
For every flower that blooms,
I just happen to remember,
The way you compare me with the flower around me,
As i laugh when i told you,
" That old trick never did fade away from your lips".

Heat starts to increase,
Knowing that the sun has finally show itself,
The mighty power it held within,
Unlike the past seasons that we went trough,
So many more challenge that we fight,
Not the warmth can heal the heart,
Just like the season itself,
The continuous of needing water and searching for coldness,
One small mistake that we make,
Will eventually lead to seperation,
When i told you countless times,
About the heart that always belong to you,
And be the shadow to your every place that you are.

Just like the falling leaves,
Our problem seems to be just like it,
Falling slowly one by one,
Comes the autumn that we love,
As we watch and turn to look back what we left behind,
The wood give out it's last scent,
No flower could be compare to,
For your tongue to twirl,
But the yellowish and almost brown leaves that we see,
Each has it's own tone,
When slowly the coldness crept onto the skin,
As you hold my hand again,
But this time with a kiss on the palm.