Time To Grow
Memories of winters gone
Slowly melting into spring,
Of falling leaves and trembling boughs,
Of sunny days and darkened clouds
The seasons of our life remain,
Though we grow old, they stay unchanged,
Surrounding us as we walk past
With wilting flowers not to last
But there is time for everything
To come and go while we are still
Alive to witness those we love
Before we join them under hill.
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