"Seasons"

      drifting like leaves, we were, lazily flling through each gust, but oh so brittle, so easily broken apart.
      drifting like snowflakes, we were, sailing on the currents but ultimately frigid, frozen in place.
      falling like raindrops, we were, so irect in our descent, but still flowing together, despite every crash.

      we are a river of debris. let the wind do what it will.