Generations Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

It is the start of everything that is new
It was seed that started growth and grew
Without desire there would be no tomorrow
Without birth there would be no loss or sorrow

Oh… the warmth and satisfaction of achieving
Oh… the wonders that come from believing
Discovering that there is definite reason
Giving a purpose for the changing seasons

Spring gives way to summer when life is in bloom
Fall to winter as we lean from the sun into gloom
All that was once new is returning to the earth
A thaw awakens the soil… now there is rebirth

2/11/08