when the sun beats down
and you feel the heat coming off your skin,
it seems as if it will never be cold again.
And every winter,
when the skies are a pale grey
and you can't feel your fingers as they rub together,
it seems as if it will never be warm again.
When you are happy,
your lips spread in a laugh
and your eyes bright and rested,
it seems as if you will never be sad again.
And when you are sad,
the emptiness in your stomach tightening
and your face damp with tears,
It seems as if you will never be happy again.
But the seasons change.
Bad times bring hope
and good times bring worse times.
You have to endure the winter
to get to the spring.