A season comes and another goes and yet another stretches ahead.
Leaves bud and grow and blaze and drop
and we kick them about as we walk the same trails.
We're born, we mature, we find our niche, and we fade
and memories are strewn along the way.
But it is never really only that...
Do we ever get wiser or only have more seasons under our belts
as we circle closer to eternity?
