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Spring and autumn are separated by winter and summer, while they also separate winter and summer..
It all started with spring who created beautiful organisms for three months and would then gifted them to summer. Summer kept them with love and gave them the warmth they needed, but not only summer and spring needed room for creations, so did winter and autumn.
After three months of summer taking care of spring’s creations and creating others, autumn came along.
It turned the green leaves orange, yellow and red, a breathtaking sight.
Hypnotizing summer just long enough to take it all away.
The instant those coloured leaves hit the ground, it was too late, those soft cold breezes turned into storms. Storms not only of autumn’s reaping but of springs screams of agony as his creations were being reaped.
Autumn came as a nightmare dressed like the most beautiful dream one could have.
Autumn couldn't take the pain of spring and summer couldn't calm either of them down, so along came winter.
If autumn was the one who reaps, then winter was the one who keeps.
Winter was calm, just like summer. If spring was a warning, summer was the calm before the storm, autumn was the storm and winter was the calm after the destruction when only the sound of desperation could be heard through all the ruins. because unlike the calm of summer -which was full of cheers- this was the calm of winter, after the apocalypse had taken place.
Winter was silent, spring’s moans of pain could be heard in the distance, autumn's cries of regret, summer’s motherly hushing.
Winter always wanted to give summer the silence that it deserved, summer had to deal with a spring and autumn full of sound.
Summer never had a second of silence, so winter made sure for everything to stay silent.
It made the heavens cry solid water so the loud creatures wouldn’t come to disturb the calming silence.
The streets were now covered in snow.
Snow covered everything autumn had destroyed, winter was a gravekeeper that buried spring’s dead leftovers so that neither autumn or spring had to feel pain and summer wouldn’t be left to deal with them.
You would think that winter cared about those two but there was one one it cared about, summer.
But summer didn't care about winter, summer only cared about the other two, the loud ones that made more noise when it was their turn to watch over.
Winter didn't mind summer not loving it.
“one day witn the moon gets just a little bit too close to the sun and the sun destroys its former love forever, day and night will collide.
The sun will come up again and the creatures of the night will cry. The sun won't shine as bright and the flowers won't stay as vibrant and will melt in the summer, spring will be betrayed and autumn won't have to reap.
Autumn and spring will collide and no one will stand between us. The sun won't be as warm and you will be mine forever.”
Winter had said every time that is was its turn.
Summer acted like it hadn't heard, being too busy with taking care of the loud ones but winter knew it had.
And somewhere far away every time the calm of winter took over, there was a silent whisper, you would miss it over the sound of your breathing.
A soft voice, filled with more warmth than winter had in its entire existence “thank you”.
The seasons can’t be one, but when life and death, day and night collide, they become eternal.