Changing Seasons

Apricot leaves fluttered about on the cement,
I walk out into the open incorrigible,
Immutable am I, as I walk down to the riverbank
I watch the loathsome water flow,
Flowing water over the jagged rocks in its midst,
Mitigating and mending as it moves,
Yet stopping not for the unmovable rocks,
Immensely dissatisfied am I,
And so it is deprecated,
Quarreling flames burning within,
I neglect the river and its,
Enigmatic clarity
The flames burn alive its host,
Audacious assuredness all the while,
White hot like the sun,
I fall to the ground,
And am buried in the snowfall,
Left behind,
The river however, still flowing.