The Four Seasons

We are like the four seasons of the earth, spring, summer ,fall and winter First we are born like newborn babes springing into life by push of womb then we are pulsing like heartbeats in a world that surrounds our battle cry Slowly we become summer letting our branches stretch strong and solid, we still have spring in our step but we now got fires of July in our blood ; Then falls arrives and places burnished reds and golds in our aging coat, flecks of wisdom in our eyes and laughter lines around our aging mouth ; Winter arrives and kisses us with her frozen dollops of snowflakes, it is then that we first realize that our limbs are not as subtle as they used to be. We are like the four seasons and for a good reason one minute we are a lighthouse , a beacon and the next we are like clothing, out of season Time is everything and nothing in this journey of self discovery we need to keep pace with ourselves and change accordingly If we are to reach a ripe age of reason, then we must learn to love each and every season of our life. Do I Hear Amen to that ?