seasoning
i was the spring, the season of rebirth. of awakening. i witnessed the growth of the flowers and the return of the sweet scents of life that draw out the dufiful bees and the joyful butterflies alike, in search of spring flavours. i was the comforting sun that turned the dry wastelands into verdant fields where all the colours became possible. i was the warm rain that stirred the life out of its earther winter hideout. i was the wind that washed away the last traces of the long and cold winter, while making musinc with the green leaves.
i was the summer, burning alive with the warmth of the sun. i was the joy of discovery, the consciousness of life, the euphoria of the crashing waves upon shores of sand and stone. i was the fiery wind that pushes life into the water, and i was the mild summer nights that seem to never end. i was each of the countless stars shining in the black skies, and i was the pale moon that draws the lovers out.
you were the fall, the herald of woe that makes its way through the crimson euphoria of the falling leaves. you were the distant sun that no longer warms the good earth. that gives way to gray skies. to cold wind. to the first drops of rain, tears of heaven for the greatest loss of all. you were the slow decay of an once green world, slowly being overtaken by shadows. you were the first thunderstorm that scatters the birds away and pushes the creatures of the earth to their lairs. you, you were the last struggle of the once green fields, withering under a dying season.
and you were the winder, cold and cruel and unforgiving. you were the armies of darkness blown by the bitter wind, leaving nothing alive in their wake. you were the storm that thunders in the revolving skies, the blizzard that coves everything with a blanket of frozen death. you were the avatar of winter, restless and merciless, your darkness taking over the daylight in a battle without winners. you were the uncaring whim that destroyed everything and left nothing alive but a faint hope of rebirth that struggles for life and light under a cover of death and darkness.
i was the summer, burning alive with the warmth of the sun. i was the joy of discovery, the consciousness of life, the euphoria of the crashing waves upon shores of sand and stone. i was the fiery wind that pushes life into the water, and i was the mild summer nights that seem to never end. i was each of the countless stars shining in the black skies, and i was the pale moon that draws the lovers out.
you were the fall, the herald of woe that makes its way through the crimson euphoria of the falling leaves. you were the distant sun that no longer warms the good earth. that gives way to gray skies. to cold wind. to the first drops of rain, tears of heaven for the greatest loss of all. you were the slow decay of an once green world, slowly being overtaken by shadows. you were the first thunderstorm that scatters the birds away and pushes the creatures of the earth to their lairs. you, you were the last struggle of the once green fields, withering under a dying season.
and you were the winder, cold and cruel and unforgiving. you were the armies of darkness blown by the bitter wind, leaving nothing alive in their wake. you were the storm that thunders in the revolving skies, the blizzard that coves everything with a blanket of frozen death. you were the avatar of winter, restless and merciless, your darkness taking over the daylight in a battle without winners. you were the uncaring whim that destroyed everything and left nothing alive but a faint hope of rebirth that struggles for life and light under a cover of death and darkness.
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