The Seasons Of Life - Poem by Rik Bertrand
All life begins in a season renewed by time,
And all our considered by God, true and divine.
Time allows us to create the life in which we rely
We travel through the four seasons and then, we die.
Some are born in the Spring of life, where life truly blooms,
Others are born of Summer, the season of balloons.
If you were born in the Fall, you may be one with the wind
And the Winter born all know that they are everyone's friend.
We live out our four seasons of life, and then we gently fade away.
Only to be reborn again to discover a new day.
Life is so amazing, in both the good times and the bad,
And we all try and save the memoires of the seasons that were had.
It is not quite understood, why we have these four seasons,
There are always many scholars trying to figure out the reasons.
But take it from a simple man, one that has seen life through thick and thin,
This life is very simple; just love and be loved until the seasons end.
REB (AUGUST 2012) I just want each seasons to last forever, that would give me four forever's to love and be loved.
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