(Summer) I walked alone, under the blistering sun. Dehydrated, agonized and scarred; The heat shattered me, levigated me to dust.
(Fall) Blended with the loam, scattered all around, I was sheltered; under the fallen foilage. I was nourished and fostered, by the yellow-orange shades of bliss.
(Winter) The milky crystals started falling, wrapping earth with flakes of purity. Frozen and soldified, I descended to the pool of dormant, waiting for the pupa to break.
(Spring) Blessed with life, I germinated to the joyous world, stretching the viridescent arms. Graced by sunlight, and beatified with water, I blossomed, marveling eyes of all. And he called me, "the purple tale of love."