If Spring Feared Autumn

Spring would not exist if it feared Autumn’s end,

If blossoms trembled at the sight of leaves that terminally descend.

Green would never dare to bloom, or light return to skies,

If the budding branch shrank away from Winter’s cold and bitter sighs.

But Spring, unburdened by the end, leans into every dawn,

Knowing petals must unfurl in Autumn’s fire drawn.

For life is not a timid thing, nor beauty born of ease,

Spring dares to rise and bloom anew despite the falling leaves.

Spring could never come to be if it feared the Autumn's end,

Spring’s purpose is to bloom in full, to restore faith in life and mend.

If every bloom held back its breath before the withering wind,

It would never know the joy of growth or how the light begins.

The buds would never dare to wake, nor reach toward skies of blue,

if they quaked at Autumn’s fall, and all the loss it knew.

But Spring does not shrink from the end, it thrives in immovable grace,

Knowing every cycle turns, and nothing's out of place.

For even in the Autumn's flame, Spring sees not death, but birth,

And rises without fear of change to claim its place on Earth.