Seasons Four Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

</>As sun soon rose within the East
Could not be stopped by man nor beast
And diamonds glistened on the grass
'Neath tallest trees of shining brass.

Silence awakening in morning dew
Colors changing, hue to hue.
The Sun comes shining o'er the trees
And with it, whispering gentle breeze.

The leaves are russelling over head
As birds are chattering from their bed.
Oh now, this whisper of God's land
Makes promise to take me in it's hand,

As Fall of days calls out to me
'Come hither child, there's more to see.
Soon white will cover all that's green
And splay to you it's wintery scene,

For I have given seasons four
And promise you, there's always more
Of beauty that I have displayed,
So do not now be oft dismayed.

My child, sweet child, for you receive
These things...for I do not deceive,
These things I prize with great accord
So you, my child, might not be bored.

Then Spring will give you warmth of Sun
The promise of a Summer's fun
With green of grass and flowers bloom,
Relief from all the Winter's gloom.

Sweet child, My promise given to you
No boredom left to make you blue;
Each season made with beauty galore
I keep my promise, of Seasons four.'

So I sat down and looked again
At all He's given since Earth begain
And I saw a beauty beyond belief
Within each raindrop...each tiny leaf.

So watch the seasons as they pass
And you will see such beauty, Alas,
For what on Earth, Our Lord has given,
T'will be ten fold, when we reach Heaven!

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
©11-8-2011
Ms. Caroline