The seasons change 

Everyone complains. 

The trees grow dark 

And the air chills with a quickness.

You hear less of dog barks,

The grass looses thickness.

But yet my heart feels the same,

Like the tick of the clock.

Nothing playing here, not a game...

Like a thousand birds in a flock,

Creating this utopian world.

Perfect with ever imperfection.

It's hard to take in this conviction

Of life generating.

Altering and modifying existents as we know it.

Babies are born.

Relationships are formed,

Developing bonds never to be broken.

Warming the seasons,

Giving a million reasons,

For happiness and joy,

With every sweet girl and every kind boy,

Figuring out this idea known as "life".

The sun shines brighter than ever.

Take every step without strife,

Using peace as a lever.