Seasons of Stories

Seasons go by as whoever we are

or wherever we are

our ears pick up, the telltale of a tale

 

Whatever it maybe, a fantasy or  a story told true

a tragedy of land or a comedy of storm

we will gather around

for we are creatures of tales

 

Sometimes as a flash of reprieve in a dried up day

sometimes as a storm that will leave us all lost

and some other times as a beacon, shining brightly

reminding us of the light at the end of the tunnel

 

and I wait for a story to come

as the seasons go by

 

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