Seasons

That dark and dreary day,
The grass had died,
As you packed your bags
and ran away.

That bright and sunny day,
The flowers withered,
As you staggered on your own.
Why you ran away.

That day the snow stormed,
The power went out,
As he found you,
The reason you transformed.

That dark and dreary day,
It came again,
As you packed your bags,
This time to play.

That bright and sunny day,
The flowers bloomed instead,
As you held his hand.
You returned from far away.

The day the snow stormed,
Why you ran, returned.
You didn't run this time,
He kept you warmed.