Before the rebellion is like the summer.
Nice breeze, sunny, a few thunder storms,
but your always ready to have a good time, not having to deal with school work.

The rebellion is like the fall
everything starts to die,
The leaves are changing, and the warm days fade.

Its a place where the wind blows leaves strongly in your face.
The dried up ones; not the soft ones.
You may get to jump into a pile of them now and then,
soon there will be none left.

After the rebellion is like the winter.
You expect the beauty,
but what if you only see one color; brown
You expect to build snowmen and make snow angels,
but what if there's only flurries?
What if there is too much snow to handle?
What if the snow never comes?

What happens when you'll have to live with the bitter cold and dead life all around you?

Do you want to live the warmth and happiness of the sun or the dead silence and cold of the winter?

You may be thinking that the winter will turn to spring...think again