I take them for granted and so do you, the changing of the seasons. They happen without us, our consent, and even our understanding.
But happen they do. Here's why.
"Crossed the line around the changes of the summer,
Reaching out to call the color of the sky.
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see.
Getting over all the time I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind.
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name."
-bill kenny
