Seasons

The heat is here and men work hard to live.

They hope the year will quickly have an end,

And spring will come with rain and joy to give,

But now all life feels cursed and won’t relent.

 

In fall the life that dies and leaves this earth

Is gone for good till spring with joy returns.

The year will end as sadness turns to mirth,

But now the grass is gone and flower burns.

 

In dark the death is done, and trees are bare.

All life has left and cold has come to stay.

It seems that spring will ne’er again be here,

And life will fail before the new spring day.

 

The Spring has come and life returns at last!

The year is new and death is now the past.

 

04.19.12