We heard whispers in Spring
And trembled in truth.
We sought visions in Summer
And yearned in our youth.
As the sun blessed our skin
Fall taught us patience.
As warm shelter beckoned
Winter seeped salvation.
Spring, yet again,
Spoke too soft to hear.
Its voice though was worried
But we cast off its fear.
Summer brought sorrow
Too swift to defend.
Fall's promise of patience
Proved untrue again.
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