Spring fades to summer
Summer turns to fall
The winter comes
And i've grown tall
Im now sixteen
The leaves are green
But I miss the smell of fourteen
Back when I felt clean
I yearn for the days of twelve
The memories stored on my bookshelves
The moments that seemed to sing
A chorus that would always ring
But that stopped at thirteen
The chime grew quite
The laughs dimmed
The future seems so grim
And I crave to be seven
With a mind full of a questions
I long for five
A time I truly thrived
But now all I seem to do is survive
Watching as the leaves turn
From green to brown
As spring fades to summer
Summer turns to fall
And soon winter will hit the ground
A sight that will make me frown
Knowing I have grown
And never felt so alone
-Kaya Siig
