Summer said it’s pure goodbyes

yesterday Monday, leaves fell down

welcoming the autumn day’s before

the winter day’s.

Meet me in the middle, with an open

mind, set aside our differences, we are

of the same kind.

Allow your heart to adapt to pureness

and humbleness, so we can live stress

less.

Meet me in the middle so we can be

less on the mess of thing’s that happens

round about us.

Let maturity be our foreseen destiny,

by the likes of our own creator.

May the distance in between never

forsake us, and let obedience remove

all the circumstances, for another chance

to gather patience In our present

circumstances.

We are the future in seasons, by the

creator who implemented; knowing the

end from the beginning.
No man can

dribble his will as we are his living beings.