Swirling leaves, the earth grows still awaiting its time of sleep. The skies turn grey. The time grows short. The birds take to the sky on retreat.
The snow falls from the heavens above. The wind becomes blustery and cold. The sun shines on the blankets of snow reflecting hues to gold.
The rain comes down and torrents. Little petals of green appear. The earth bursts forth in color
a time that spring is near.
The sun shines gloriously above the earth. The grass is full and green. The fields are full of flowers as far as the eye can see.
Each season is a creation of a part of a continuous link. A time of birth and renewal, a time of reprieve and sleep.
God has given us this earth as a special gift. It is a promise from him above. That our lives should never become mundane and in God we should trust and love.
Make each day that you live a memorable one. Leave your signature behind. Reach out and touch the heart of a loved one. Visit a friend in need. Take the time.
For when you enter in to the heavenly gates and your time on earth is done. When your seasons have now passed away God will say enter my little one.
For when your life is over what will you have left behind? The memories of your patience and love passed on eternally throughout all mankind.
by Kim Paquin
Copyright © Kim Paquin | Year Posted 2012