Leafs leave in the winter

and return in the spring.

Like how the elderly pass

and babies are born.

we laugh, live, and learn.

boys and girls play,

clothes are torn.

Then we feel a lovers burn

growing more each passing day.

Puberty sneaks up like a theif in the night,

stealing those days we took for granted.

We go to college, work, or scorch our lungs 

to replace the feelings of our forgotten fun.

We become the dragons, we thought were magic,

wasting the seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, and lives.

Tragic

We fear old age 

but don't enjoy the page

of life we are currently on.

Off wandering, instead of living.

Forgetting but never forgiving.

Until the winter of reality changes our season.

Our adulthood and happiness lost for no reason.

Cherish everything before you parish.

Because these days are not call of duty,

you can't respawn after you die.