Janet Mary Zylstra
Poem by Janet Mary Zylstra
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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