The Seasons

Glamour in my face,

When summer surrounds my body,

Boomer in my mouth,

And, creamer ice-creams ever...

Dreamer had no thought,

When steamers are stopped,

Dimmer our hearts,

When heavier rain falls...

Dreamer still dreams,

When winter hunter hunts,

Players on the earth

Still change like Chamelion ...

The last 2 lines of this whole poem says that, the mental status of people (humans, they are the players on the earth) will be constantly keep changing (i,e- Agressiveness, Moody, Happiness, Sad etc), which is compared to the body colour of chamelion and the nature in 3 different seasons...