Let it go. Let the seasons change.
Autumn leaves form a colorful quilt upon the earth
For Summer as she is tucked in and kissed goodnight,
There is no despair, so goes the natural order.
Autumn brings forth its festive splendor,
But alas, Winter soon leaves a blanket of snow.
With a kiss, Autumn is tucked in. She sleeps.

Let it go. Let the seasons change.
"A season, a reason, or a lifetime," they say.
In the same way that summer and autumn depart,
From the earth, so relationships depart from the heart.
Let us be like the seasons, for they have learned a secret most
Special. This is the natural order of things
"There is a time to be born and a time to die."
One does not come without the other, so...

Let the seasons change.