Seasons

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?