The seasons change as decorations are rearanged. We have snowmen for winter and sandles for summer, pumpkins for fall and colorful eggs for spring. As days go by, we grow and as seasons change, we age. This is only the meer fact that we are a species of life and death. A baby is born and a mother is happy, but a grandmother dies and a child cries. Life is so strange and death, even stranger. Seasons change and kills the rearanger. The person who builds snowmen and wears the sandles is no longer carving pumpkins or coloring eggs. So goodbye to the soals who has lived lives full of seasons, for they are the reason.