Human Seasons
Spring is like childhood
Time to grow
Develop roots
Experience the warmth of the sun
And bathe in the soothing rain.
Summer is like youth
Grows stronger
Roots sink deeper
Heavy rain and wind
Will not deter him
If he has
Strong and deep roots
Autumn is like middle age
Time for harvest
For some, little to harvest
For others, much to harvest
In late Autumn
Leaves start to fall
Like man losing his hair
Branches lose their suppleness
Like man’s muscles and joints turning stiff
Winter is like old age
Without leaves to protect from the cold
Without suppleness to bend with the wind
A person waits for God
To call his name Home.
Seasons come and go in cycles
Year after year
But human seasons have only one cycle
A person is born once
And dies once
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