Suddenly it strikes me that I am facing my autumn.
Spring, Summer and now Autumn.
We ought to know the seasons of life.
We ought to thanks Almighty God for letting us come so far, hopefully a beautiful white winter awaits.
As the seasons come and go, gracefully we know
We too ought to be graceful with time and be able to let go.
Autumn Red.
Beautiful.
In Spring, sprung the new shoots.
In Summer beautiful flowers begetting fruits..
We ought to know.
We ought to know.
The season's come and go. We give glory to God for existence. Lovely. Kingsley Egbukole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Autumn Red. Beautiful. We ought to know YEAH