Seasons of Change
As seasons come and seasons go,
the leaves will fall and skies will snow.
With gentle rains, leaves re-appear;
then summer sun…another year.
And as the seasons come and go,
the years march by, age starts to show.
And as we age, we seek the truth,
and in the Autumn, long for youth.
As seasons come and seasons go
we reassess the things we know,
and reminisce of moments past
and all our memories amassed.
And as the seasons turn once more
we find new paths, new dreams in store.
Though winter chills, the heart still sings
for every end foretells a spring.
And as each season blooms anew
we treasure moments we’ve accrued;
we hold our grandkids to our breast
and thank the Lord, for we’ve been blessed.
December 11, 2025
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