The Seasons .

 
One day , it will all fall into place , patience being the observer of great deeds . Just like the summer gives way to the autumnal leaves with all the colours a chorus singing off one hymn sheet . Celebrating each shade and hue with harmony and good grace . The winter sneaks in when the temperature plummets and scarves and gloves of many colours cover hands and rosy cheeks and eventually packs up Jack Frost and the spring jumps hop scotching across the landscape throwing stones amongst the weeds to expose crocuses and daffodil shoots.Full of promise and delight and cartwheels in to the summer . Nothing stays the same and those feelings constricting your chest and mind will find a way to be less effective at controlling if you just let them be . Let them roam high as that old oak tree and wide as the field in the rough . They will eventually land on an even terrain. It’s doesn’t feel like freedom submission but just look at nature and know seasons survive harsh conditions but they accept change and that’s when the sun shine comes  .