--MARI--
Autumn sent blessings,
Winter kept me safe,
Summer left me satisfied
But,
Spring was when I was welcomed.
And Spring shall be when I leave.
The flowers will open
to greet my soul in passing,
And when it is over,
The snow will no longer keep my safe,
The leaves will no longer bless me,
The sun will no longer be my place to bask.
But that day has yet to come.
Indeed, when I leave.