Like a tree
Somethimes I feel like a tree. When spring is here I smile and I dare to belive for something better.
When summer comes everything feels so right and Happy is a word to describe yor self with.
When Fall comes I slowly become pale and slowly will my beautiful tan be gone, I feel sad because summer is over and it is getting darker outside.
When winter comes I am just standing, waiting in the dark for something better.
And when spring comes it starts all over again.
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