𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬'
𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤 

He hides behind the curtain,
Winter's trembling hands uncertain,
Can't let go of all the chilled, withered trees,
Then Spring comes with an impatient breeze.

She asks him to walk off,
Asks trees to burst forth, to grow and bloom,
Everything around begins to thrive,
"But I disappear as you revive."