Nature's seasons are as the flow of life. Coming and going, glowing and fading. Some have great passion for thier life's Spring. Others find an abundance of beauty in thier glorius Autumn. Blooming of flowers, In nature's Spring, Compares to the zeal and freshness of youth. Turning of colours of leaves on trees, Reflect the Autumn of the peace one gains with age. Summer, the most enlivened one of all, like the happy, Carefree childhood to which one always longs to return. Winter, my passion... as is also death. The dying of all things; trees, flowers, and we, the same. Why then, such a fear, of something as beautiful as death? No more pain, no more sorrow, only long-awaited rest....
Reason for writing:
the beautiful changing of the seasons made me wonder why people are so afraid of growing old.. of fading away...... of ceasing......
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