Seasons

See the shadows flicker;
See the figures dance.
See the people laughing;
Why don't I stand a chance?

I am who I want to be,
I can't be any more...
Yet while I stand here,
you walk out the door.

My life is dead. My life is cold. My life is winter, frozen and alone. Yet...

The frozen earth will bear no seed
until its broken by Man.
The germ is planted and will grow.
Do you think it can?

The flower will grow, it must.
Fed by love, watered with hope,
It spreads its leaves, tenative.
Through the darkness, toward the light I grope.

My life, once frozen, is becoming thawed. Cold tears run down my face. The hard earth is broken.

I reach upward. I climb
ever toward the Sun.
My heart is heavy with doubt,
but my journey has just begun.

For I am but a flower, silk petals
faded leaves, independance. Still...
I depend too...Earth, Water, Love, Sun.
From these I need to take my fill.

I'm warming up, I'm spreading out, I'm opening up, I'm reaching out to you.

But you leave me crushed and withered.
Dry and dead in the parching heat.
My support stiffens, trys to hold me up,
but I can't help slumping as if beat.

I try to stand, try to shine, try to care.
You are gone. I wilt, fade, die, languish.
Maybe I can grow again, maybe I'll just stay,
A wilted flower on the leaves, so full of anguish.