There is a season
then another
we cant see the reason
Every dog had its day
And no more to play
Creation and growth
Then nothing but Destruction
Mother Nature has four seasons winter spring summer autumn
All for good reason?
The rising up
the falling down
Life giving and taking
that raked cloak figure lurking
Moment to moment new life is born
And others torn away for which we mourn
We live a Life then we Soujourn
Life is within death
A new first breath
Nothing is permanent
And this creates consternment
I am happy then sad
Glad and then mad
Help me seeds of flower
To know you will blossom there after the next brief shower