Life's Seasons

April 30, 2012
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Spring is the birth of a new year,
A time that is full of life;
no creature filled with strife.
All are consumed with cheer

Summer, the year is still young,
much like the children whom love to have fun.
The days are long, more time to run.
Each day is better, climbing a new rung.

It's Fall now and Winter is near,
Many lives feeling tired; times almost up.
The nectar of the year almost drank from its cup.
I will accept my fate, my path is clear.

Winter, the year is done.
It's cold and dark, and things are dead.
It is cruel Mother Nature saying “Off with their head”
I have no fear the time has come.
My life is over; my life I've won.

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