Trees aren’t always green
Flowers aren’t always colourful
The sun does not shine all day long
The rain doesn’t pour all year round
Seasons change
First summer
Then autumn
Then spring

What I’m trying to say is,
There’s time for everything
Winter arrives, leaves fall from a tree but the tree stands tall,
It remains strong throughout the coldness as it yearns for better days
Spring comes, flowers bloom like never before
Forgetting that they were ever once dull.
My point is, like seasons
This too shall pass.