Seasons come and the seasons go,
From Summer's heat to Winter's snow.
Our lives get caught up in the flow,
Too fast days go, too fast days go.
If only we could slow down time,
Not rushing round would be sublime,
And would restore rhythm and rhyme,
To life's hard climb, to life's hard climb.
But time is not at our command,
And though its hard to understand,
When we're burdened with life's demands,
Time's in God's hands, time's in God's hands.
For Charlotte P's contest.