Perfect Blend:Perfect Season-ing©
In the winter of my life,
he came to me.
He brought the sun,
where the wind used to be.
In the spring,
the flowers frolic and dance.
The birds sing our favorite tune,
and magic has a chance.
In the summer,
the leaves green with envy.
For the shade:
never blocks out the light,
it always shines on me.
Now in the autumn,
of my years.
The colors are more vibrant,
for he calms my fears.
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