in springtime, we awoke to love, in summer we believed, in autumn, we could see the end, in wintertime, we grieved the seasons of an active life: the laughter and the sorrow that comes when we're aware that now can never mean tomorrow

in springtime, we awoke to love, in summer we believed, in autumn, we could see the end, in wintertime, we grieved the seasons of an active life: the laughter and the sorrow that comes when we're aware that now can never mean tomorrow