They Aren't Just Seasons.

Sure we notice every few months the season changes, but they leave behind something that's ours for taking.
Summer leaves it's trail of dewdrops reminding you that it'll rain in July again, next year isn't that far. It teaches you to bear the temperature outside, to cope and most importantly to enjoy while you can, because working days get nearer everyday. Some summer days are perfect, with the right amount of sunlight and cool breeze and sing-song birds. Every summer is a different experience. And when summer passes one can't help but remember one's exuberance, and liveliness.
The cold winter breeze makes us miss the heat of the summer, but yet we try to savor it while we still can. Every falling snow flake is a different shape, Just as every winter morning brings us a new day with something different to look forward to. You can never get enough of winter, the freezing winter nights and memories entwined with it. Winter eventually leaves, but it reminds one of one's perseverance.
Spring is nature's way of saying "Let's Party! It's finally bright outside." Flowers grow, as once bare gardens are filled with Hydrangeas, Marigolds and what not. It's the perfect time, to stay outdoors and enjoy the spring time while it lasts, Because it won't last forever. Nothing lasts forever. But spring always reminds one of one's innocence. That doesn't last forever, but is always a part of us and even though we lose track of it every now and then, it still exists.
Autumn is like second spring where every leave is a flower. Autumn is the time of the year when the leaves you see green all year around start taking on a tinge of golden and orange, all those leaves get piled up into a beautiful mess. That gets raked away, what it reminds one of is one's reverence.
But setting all the leaves and dew drops aside, seasons bring change. Change is hard to accept but needed in life, as the Autumn leaves fall someone somewhere just got fired from their job, soon as winter sets in someone somewhere just buried their best friend, and by spring time had moved on and time had healed all wounds. And, cast fresh ones. We learn to adapt to change sooner or later as we get used it. Without change the word would be like a still canvas, not as lively as it is now.
Good things fall apart so better things can fall together, things change so you become stronger. Everything is for the best, and change is the key to it all. These passing seasons have taught me to adapt to change, except there's something more alluring about the season of life because we know the fours seasons of nature but we never know what to expect in life, we're always kept second guessing. But, we learn soon enough to embrace it. Whether it takes seconds, or forever.