Dark Muse
03-24-2009, 10:22 PM
Our Years Like the Seasons
Another year has come to pass
with the changing of the seasons
starting in summer
a canvas not yet painted
barren, blank, yet fertile and waiting
For spring to come and start
to rise buoyancy in our spirits
still young and fresh
new life just starting to bud
kept pure by the falling rains
Slowly fall starts to encroach
happening before we even notice
when we become more aware
of the world, and it starts to
shift perspective, so many
new colors to be seen
Winter begins to edge in
when knowledge of both beauties
sorrows and death have been known
and greater wisdom descends
more can the joys be savored
through the hardships.
Each mark of life a sign
of how we have grown
and our years follow with the
ever changing seasons
all of value, all with a lesson to each.
All beautiful
as all our years are beautiful
each in their own way.
Another year has come to pass
with the changing of the seasons
starting in summer
a canvas not yet painted
barren, blank, yet fertile and waiting
For spring to come and start
to rise buoyancy in our spirits
still young and fresh
new life just starting to bud
kept pure by the falling rains
Slowly fall starts to encroach
happening before we even notice
when we become more aware
of the world, and it starts to
shift perspective, so many
new colors to be seen
Winter begins to edge in
when knowledge of both beauties
sorrows and death have been known
and greater wisdom descends
more can the joys be savored
through the hardships.
Each mark of life a sign
of how we have grown
and our years follow with the
ever changing seasons
all of value, all with a lesson to each.
All beautiful
as all our years are beautiful
each in their own way.