New Season

Time has grown wings and flown away, 
The clock has been ticking, 
Vibrant colors have faded, 
Turned gray.

What was once vivid and bright, 
Has been consumed by a frigid darkness, 
Nature seems lifeless, 
No more warmth from the light.

No need for remorse, 
And for good reason, 
Time flies back around, 
There will always be the birth of a new season.