Seasons

Leafy Greens and Piney Woods, Clothes of Summer fair. Crimson coats of Autumn's dress, Come Winter, are laid bare. Waters that bask in Summer's sun, Flow gently in the light. Cool now, in winds that blow, "Neath Winter's frigid sight. Rest ye now, oh, verdent fields, Your harvest work is done. Sleep will give you needed strength, Before growth can come again. A white blanket covers the land, and stillness is the word. Yet, sleeping in restful peace, You wait for Spring's reward. When white will turn to green again, And waters warm will flow. It is then the cycle will be complete, In Spring, His hand again, shows.