Seasons of Life

February 28, 2011
All hope is gone, the sun is nowhere near
The weightless snowflakes, down they go and go
When will the death of nature disappear
And the slight signs of spring begin to show?
As softly as a feather floating down
Descending snowflakes, bleached and crystalline
They twirl and whirl, then land without a sound
And hide but the last remnants of the spring
Although it seems that life has gone extinct
Again the buds and blooms will come about
See after all the seasons all are linked
The voice of life anew will sing and shot
And through the death of greatness every year
Will we rejoice when beauty dances near.

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