He was like the seasons,
Always changing.

He was like the autumn leaves,
Falling, falling, and falling, until they hit the ground.
But he was like the autumn breeze,
Lifting other fallen leaves to higher levels.

He was like the winter snow,
Building up and melting away.
But he was like the winter lake,
Freezing itself to help others feel joy.

He was like the spring rain,
Pouring down on everyone.
But he was like the spring flowers,
Bringing color into life.

He was like the summer sun,
Burning everyone who wants to spend time with it.
But he was like the summer lighting bug,
Lighting up the darkest of times.