by Sarah Faith
And they're fragrences are poems to write.
Spring fades to summer -summer prings from life.
The fragrent is of different - not sweet but of the wind
And poems to more but a song past friends and to my kin.
Summer cools and now the leaves change in their transition
So my love is not of zest but of my choice position.
Shall we make it through ir will you let me go?
Will you fly off in the wind - off into the well unknown?
Still we hang on our branch as the dead of winter comes.
Hold me tight, we'll make it through - spring comes with its sun
Hold on- hold on - hold on. This is only round one.