TO END IS TO BEGIN

Sweet and cute like anything
Tender and soft like nothing,
The fire inside counters outer
Droplets of rain adds freshness;
Leaves on tree grow up again
Giving it family to live with,
The bond grows as day passed
And emotions too grow strong.

Cometh the season of spring
Cometh the season of love,
As the flowers bloom to full
And the seeds fly far away;
Autumn marks the end
End of every single leaf,
And the tree waits again
Again to leaves come again.

# The attached photo is not author's work