The wonderful newborn era of spring had past and I felt glad. The summers fiery red gaze often washed over me and for twelve of these I watched and wondered what this newly planted seed of life would bloom expectedly into. My love for her grew hotter; sweltering and boiling away hate and anger. The sun merged with the sky sending messengers of freedom into my life. Like animals grazing we were carefree on the grasslands of our innocence. Those were the good times, the free times. I was a bird flying free upon the winds of life.
As I grew so did my expectations of love; but under the radiant sun the care and attention I had previously come to thrive on withered. It was like an autumn leaf shrivelling and falling away. From luscious green, slowly changing to a dark crumpled brown. I quailed under the beautiful light of life, uncovered by the leaves departure and soon came to realise that however sharp and bright the light of day was, it could never be clear forever. The clouds emerged from nowhere clouding my view. I had many challenges and choices to make in the months to come even though I knew I could make the right choices. It was a gauntlet of obstacles, with the help of my friends and family I could do it.
Without realising, snow had started to fall upon my life; covering it in a thin white blanket. Seventy long years of spring, summer, autumn and now the final chapter, the last nail in my coffin. I could smell Death at my door, waiting for the final grain of sand to fall away. The last essence of what had become was soon about to leave me.
Now as I sit with my cup in one hand and my life in the other, I wonder what I could have done better. The time is coming near now, soon I will be gone. No one will notice an old tree being felled but they must realise that the whole sequences of events has made me who I am, who I was and who I will become.
