In winter the trials of life have it ugly, bent, and twisted
Almost defeated struggling to survive the fig tree holds on
Spring comes, covered with green buds
Full of hope and promise, life renewed
Summer and laden with blossoms
Sweet and graceful, holding on to every moment
Falls arrives with succulent fruit
Ripe and drooping with plump figs
Full of life and fulfilled
The trails of winter kept it strong
The promise of spring and beauty of summer
The fullfillment of fall
Happiness keeps us sweet
Sorrows keep us human
Failures keep us humble
Success keeps us growing
God keeps us going
We are as the fig tree
In a season of life
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