Poem: Seasons

Poem: Seasons

In a few words…

Seasons

Every season changes us, in some small way.
And the time flows through connecting ends to beginnings.
Every season changes; and renews that around us.
And every season changes, and decays that around us.

Sometimes, the seasons are joy,

Sometimes, the seasons are woe,

Every now and then, the seasons are woven together, for both joy and sorrow. And when your waiting for the miracle to come;

Hold on dear hearts, Your work has just begun,

Make the best of each season; and for the times life is woe, remember that the seasons will change, and joy is sure to come.

When relief does come, be thankful.

Seasons come and go; let them flow. . .