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“Psychology of Seasons”
A sun-drenched sky
on windy autumn day;
out across open fields
passing clouds make shadow play.
Silent beauty in multi-hues
but ominous in a sense;
for though today be delightful
darkness soon gains precedence.
Shortly days will end too soon
as the leaves of autumn blow.
The gods withhold their aid
to the life-forms down below.
A chill will permeate the air
and death will be around.
Evidenced by dying trees:
their leaves spread on the ground.
Depression need not be our course;
all of this must come to pass.
Death is an integral part of life;
perennial as fields of grass.
For very soon rebirth takes place
and all springs back to life.
To our hearts the glow returns
bringing end to stress and strife.
Given time we come to find
and perhaps even appreciate
the coming of darkness and of death
whose end gives cause to celebrate.
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