Seasoned Opposite Sides

In an orange forest of raining leaves,
the cold is coming as everyone believes,
crunching ground with steps made,
as light of the day begins to fade,
they watch the horizon to end the day,
as someone else sees it rise far away,
springing flowers bloom from buds,
drying from the heat dirt from muds,
floating pollen enters all places,
reacting with sneezes and red faces,
seasons bring life and destroy it too,
but repeatedly a circle comes to renew.