Time of Changing Seasons
The leaves on the bare trees start to grow
as a new season approaches.
It is time to start anew,
a time to start fresh.
A time to let go of the past,
and all of the pain.
I take a breath of fresh air
in the new springtime breeze
as it blows by me.
Gentle and cool.
I try to let go of things I cannot change,
things that were out of my control.
But, it's so hard with so many questions
Questions left unanswered.
Questions taken to the grave,
never to be revealed.
That is in the past,
and I must concentrate on the present
and my future.
It's time to start over
like the changing of the seasons.
It's time to change myself.
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