Winters crisp mornings
Are coming to an end,
Spring appears and new life begins
Then summer rolls in,
Like a warm flowing wave
Then autumn will bring,
Golden leaves on trees again
Seasons come and seasons go,
As they do we grow and get old,
And do we spend the time
To appreciate nature’s rhyme,
The seasons represent our lives
That’s why we’re so closely entwined,
We think we’re more than nature
But that’s not ever been true,
We are part of it and those who see this truth
Possess great wisdom, do you?
So lovely!
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So true about nature…another profound way of thinking of it…just lile when were old were in the winter of our life.
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