seasons

Fall is a symbol of death.
In spring, flowers sprout, they begin a new life.
In summer, they are alive, projecting their vibrant color. 
The leaves were green, swaying in the wind, giving the tree more volume and life. 
But in the fall, everything dies.
The flowers shrivel up, the leaves change color and the air is cold.
The mornings are foggy, the grass is covered in dew, the sunsets are earlier.
Seasons are projected like your life.
You are born, you live, you die.
All in a vigorous cycle that has no promise of lasting. 
Everyday is a gift, every momet s a blessing and every second you waste is a curse. 
Everyting happens for a reason, value every second of it.