Bound In seasons

‎Trees wither, shedding their leaves. ‎Perhaps the reason, ‎the warmth of the sun they grieve. ‎ ‎A season of letting go, ‎Though a hint of endings it brings, ‎Yet, beauty it still show. ‎ ‎The past, did we really leave behind? ‎Did we let go, ‎Or lost memories do we still try to find? ‎ ‎Seasons change, ‎Yet our souls remain ‎Bounded in the same old chains. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎