Changes

Like the trees in different seasons, I am changing. Rough and cold at winter, no blossom on my bare hands. Starting to thrive at spring time, sending my hands carefully, reaching for the first warmth of sunshine. Blooming at summer, full of colors and feel alive. Falling to sadness at autumn, my tears dropping as leafs fall from a tree. It's winter time now. Will you please turn the heat a bit higher?