When Seasons Speak
When seasons speak
of warm and blue and bright
They call to me
with everything in sight
To worry not
the problems of the day
To just enjoy
the love of nature’s way
When seasons speak
of war and hate and pain
They call to mind
of what there is to gain
Another win
another plot of land
The toll of death
another bloodied hand
I wonder how
just how one comes to choose
Bullets to flowers
with so much to lose
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