Winter Misery

Spring.
It's when you finally begin to blossom,
you feel change is coming.
Stupid wasps, don't ruin this for me.
You clear your mind by admiring the sites you see.
You feel at peace.

Summer.
By now you have blossomed into an angelic periwinkle,
on top of the greenest mountain.
Anything is possible while you 
soar in the beaming sunlight. 
You know this won't last long, 
for you know what's to come. 

Fall. 
You can't remember much from this. 
You are starting to plummet,
you're losing your vibrant purple shade. 
"How did I get here?" you ponder. 
Something doesn't feel right, 
you don't feel right.
How will you overcome this when the cold, slushy, harsh winter approaches?

You never get through this part.

Winter. 
The thriving mountain has turned white, dead even. 
Everything is gone.
You feel empty.
All of your accomplishments,
All of your memories,
your happiness,
gone.
How can they just - vanish?
You simply sprouted, you went through a phase of life.
Soon you will blossom into something you once were. 
Be paitent.
You knew this would come
yet you forget every year.