Summer love Winter rest

The Summer brings much warmth and fun
Trees turn golden brown in the sun.

But over time Summer winds will fade
As Winter tears the fruits Summer has made
Winter is cold and things will end,
Like leaves and trees can never mend.
White, supposedly pure and immaculate
Can be irritating and incur much hate.

Scars from Winter's wraths,
May open up or cut off paths

We see the falling of trees Winter has slain,
But some thrive as Summer comes again.