Seasons...
She flourished in the splendor of spring.
Bursting forth in its nurture.
She craved every drop of rain, each sweet, misty morning.
Multiplying in the breeze that wound through every corner of the earth.
Seeking each ray of the sun that graced her with its presence, peeking through clouds, just enough to help her grow.
In springtime, she was whole.
But her leaves were not meant for the sting and strength of summer.
Harsh.
Heavy.
Overbearing.
Intense.
She struggled so much in summer.
Wilted. Exhausted from heat and humidity.
Tired from the arid scorch of the sun she once loved,
She noticed the days seemed so much longer.
"Why can't spring days last this long?" She wondered...
More than ready for a change, she surrendered to the shifty nature of autumn.
Fall came, just as her memory reminded her it would be:
Strong-willed and shocking (like copper).
Causing such a struggle for her to maintain the soft leaves she once shamelessly flaunted.
Her petals were now void of color, incomplete in presence.
Vaguely remaining. A pathetic iteration of what once was, a cruel reminder of her previous days.
And then suddenly,...
She found herself standing in the bareness of winter, totally exposed.
Fragile and thin.
The cold, the least of her worries.
And the sun was now nowhere in sight.
Oh, how she missed the kiss of the sun, and what she would do to feel its warmth once more.
For a second.
For a moment.
Forever.
Winter entirely threatened her state of being.
But, she absorbed the nutrients from her fallen, once beautiful leaves,
And desperately held on to life
In the desperate hope that spring would come again.
Wouldn't it.?.