Seasons

As the Summer Sun Is fading The Autumn frost Spent three months waiting To come and put All those to sleep Cherished children I could not keep Now the deed is Duly done The willows weep With leaves, they'll shun The summer greens Have turned to grey Thus winters wind Is on it's way Snowy blanket or, Shroud of death The piecing chill of Winter's breath I stand impatient "Till it be done And see once more When Spring Has Sprung And in that day When Sun is new And does the job It's destine too My children will All rise again Until this cycle Once more, begins