Seasons

remembering the times of our youth when we, as younger versions played, ran with the beckoning wind towards the future uncertain and yet within our minds our souls, we knew the way was clear and undisturbed, waiting leaves fall flowers bloom the tides turn in the sunlight. we walk still confidently assured of greater things ahead petals fall twigs bare and now we find ourselves in this strange place confounded, how did we end up here. seasons come and seasons go flowers born to die, leaves scurry in the winter winds and us, we wonder why