Winters cold,
And summers that scold,
Seasons change,
Leaving nothing to hold
Falls bittersweet,
And Springs slowly accrete,
Seasons change,
Leaving nothing concrete
The world keeps spinning;
A globe stuck swiveling
As our lives keep dwindling
The season’s holdings:
Here they are unveiled,
They’re nothing but changing;
A state unwavering,
A promise unchanging
A status sustaining
A law ever-ranging
There are no holdings while the seasons are changing.