6 September 2012
The trees so harsh, with their incessant reminders, of how time passes and how it doth spite us
Their beauty divine, a natural clock, as the seasons tick by, time's ticking.. tick.. tock
Our days are numbered, our life is short, hence why their leaves are perfect metaphors
Our winter is coming, the time will pass, how will life be spent, with your one, wild, beating heart?
Seasons • Opuss № I