if tomorrow never comes...

the seasons of you

It seems to me that year-round
I’m lost in the seasons of you.
The presence of you is truly profound,
Something nothing’s able to subdue.

When the temperature plummets and leaves are no longer green,
I know I’m lost in your Fall.
You’re the liveliness of Halloween
And the feeling of nostalgia when stories are recalled.

When it becomes ever colder and snow hits the earth,
I know I’m lost in your Wintertime.
You’re the heat that’s gifted from a homey hearth
And the joy brought by Christmastime.

When the weather starts to warm and flowers bloom,
I know I’m lost in your Spring.
You’re the sun, slowly scaring away gloom
And the freshness the warm rain drops bring.

When warmth fills the air and the sun is finally out to play,
I know I’m lost in your Summer.
You’re the sunlight brightening up the day
And the excitement of children who've finally woken from schools slumber.

It seems to me that year-round
I’m lost in the seasons of you.
The presence of you is truly profound,
Something nothing should subdue.