• Before the winter will end
    I will take a leap into frost bitten cold
    my toes will numb and never extend
    my face smooth and cold, soon will grow old

    Before the beautiful spring
    I will fall alone
    all I heard was a broken ring
    pegged by life's heavy stone

    Spring begun, slow and easy
    before I could swim and tease
    I noticed that I am not seizing
    As I feel a heavy breeze

    My toes unwither
    life's no longer absinthian
    A new season I enter
    I soon will determine

    Each season will come and go
    a new emotion we will bestow
    I now will always know
    Depression will come and go