Aaron

16

Be Sure to Mind the Seasonal Changes

To each human
His identity
To every man
His perspective
To the population
Its interests
Differing, yet attempting work
In simple harmony

Though when these differences clash
And they will
On the verge of the pettiest of wars
We
To this day
Turn to the seasons, turn to each other
And utter “Wonderful weather, ay?”

This smallest of remarks
Remains bona fide evidence
Of Our eternal respect and vulnerability
To the nature of our creation
Of our will to continue life on this Earth
With sound mind, and body
To intertwine ourselves with our fellows
And enjoy a peaceful existence
Upon the soil we all utilize
As home

Yes.
The seasons are that force.
That guiding force,
Which tours our abilities
Around what mother hath donated
Teaching us well
Teaching us holistically
How to live our lives as proper beings

After the blisteringly cold winter’s nights
And the seclusion of autumn
Our creator generously grants us
The distant light at the end of the tunnel
The opening act to a Broadway production,
Spring

Yet what follows is a full relief from established social fetters
A constant reminder
That what we continue to live for
Still exists
Alive and well

Summer finally appears, granting us warmth
Granting us friendship
Over a simplistic glass of lemonade
And the hum of a cool fan

Summer arrives
Granting us hope, a future, a fresh new beginning
A chance to open up
And recognize
That we may not be what we see
During other times

Yes it’s true
Seasons do change us
Our personalities are mendable
Constantly at the mercy of our surroundings

Yet these seasons
Are benevolent enough
To remind us
Of whom we truly are
As citizens
As humans
As Earthlings

Just in case
You ever lose sight
Of this reality
Remember to look outside
For at the right time,
you will know
why you are here.