Where have all the seasons gone?

What has happened to the seasons? They are all topsy turvy. Where have they gone?

Where have all the seasons gone?
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I look for my Siberian cranes
In migratory flight
As they glide into the
water lilies of my lake,
I see the stars blinking in the night sky
but not my happy, visiting friends.
I look for my Koyel birds
Going home with the crimson sun
And the smell of fresh soil
beneath my feet.
Instead of gentle dew drops
My eyes are filled with acid rain,
Instead of winter showers
My heart is filled with shame.
I can feel the oil and bush fires burn
And summer heat the desert has never seen
I see flames
Where the snow should have been
And desert sands
Where the forest should have swayed.
I walk along cracked sidewalks
And craters
Where the last human bomb
Blasted the seasons away
There is winter
When the spring flowers should’ve bloomed
There is summer
When I look for autumn colors
among falling leaves
Waiting in vain
for the cleansing raindrops,
Waiting for the seasons
To arrive and flow once again.