When somebody passes seasons appear,
When they pass a frozen Winter seems never to end,
But then Spring thaws the land bringing a promise,
A promise of Summer.
That’s when the memories return,
The good ones that you thought had died.
Then there comes Autumn,
A time of letting go,
A time when you start to forget again.
But we must realise
That without an ending in life
There can be no new beginning,
That is Nature’s way.