The summer smothers me, turns me into a monster. I hide so you don't see my scales, my warts, my breath of fire, my abracadabra-hocus-pocus magic I use to haunt. I hide.
The season changes and I am returned to my leveled state of mind.
It is winter. You saw the first snow from your window. But you dare not go outside. It's too cold. You're too preoccupied. Until then. Yes! Then! You see it! The green. Among the dead earth, trees, branches. You see it emerging from the snow, peeking its stalk from the depths of snow. And you knew that you must save it. And you left your warmth, your home, your solitude to rescue it from the cold.
You saw life. You saw hope. You saw me.