mid-life

Days roll by
like rolling hills lie
covered in snow
uncovered
they hide

grass splays its leaves and seeds
to spread its children to the wind
they need
flowers need
to breed
and to die

Winter is done, Its corpse rotting in the sun
summertime's coming
like the bones are coming from the dead
and you say
its fun

But summer is the end of most life
dry and empty
a time of strife

and spring is just the halfway i fear
the golden years of a year
its not the way it appears
 

Days roll by
like rolling hills lie
covered in snow
uncovered
they hide

afraid of the coming death
life lives its midlife crisis

and we find joy in it