Seasons

Rating: 4.0

For everything there is an hour;
Seasons come and seasons go.
A moment for a rose to bloom,
For the tide to ebb and then to flow.

A season when the sky is blue,
Another when it's grey;
A moment when the darkest night
Blossoms into brightest day.

An hour when the sun will set,
It's 'cheerio' a crimson sky,
And in its place a host of stars,
Diamonds sparkling up on high.

Seasons come and seasons go
But loving feelings stay;
The treasures cherished in your heart
Can never fade away.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ivy Christou 04 March 2005

This is a Lovely poem. I really like the first line: , it can be said for many things in life not just nature. HBH

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