Poem: Seasons Come and Seasons Go

The world keeps rollin’ round,

The turning and turning,

Blowing the orange, brown, red leaves,

Endless circles of infinite possibilities,

Looking up in the tree,

How slow, sluggish the leaf spins,

As if I am in waiting for its answer.

Seasons come and seasons go.

The crisp, cold breeze pinches my fair skin,

Waking me up from my ignorance,

To notice the greatness surrounding me,

Constantly traveling beyond my knowledge,

Beyond my capacity of dreams,

Yet I hope it carries my wishes with it,

The darkness of the night,

The sky filled with the wishful stars,

Wish I may, wish I might, *

Someday soon, Mr. Moon, *

I will touch your face, *

Imagining how it looks up there,

I wish to see the beauty, the life, the world,

Looking from the top tiers,

Finding our future so unclear,

My heart was born to dream to see, *

The world from way up here. *

* = from the movie Anabelle’s Wish