How like the seasons is our life,
We face the sunshine, storms and strife;
As seasons come, so they must go,
We are enjoined within that flow.
In spring we start our journey new,
When flowers bloom and skies are blue;
The trees are budding, birds will sing,
With youth in bloom, it's always spring.
'Tis summer soon, we are mature,
Face love and kids, home and career;
It's harvest time, success we seek,
These sounds of summer leave us weak.
Then autumn calls to have it's say,
The foliage falls, the hair turns gray;
The chill descends and soon the frost,
We think, perhaps on things we lost.
Old winter grips with snow and cold,
We watch our destined fate unfold;
As now we near our time to go
And seek life's final afterglow.
- Joseph Anderson
Trees begin to bare their limbs as their many leaves are shed
Chameleons changes color from the tail to the top of their head
Animals go into hibernation before the first cold winter blast
So it is with our lives we must never try to live in the past
The sun begins to casts its shadows heralding the close of day
A flock of birds flies south creating great shapes along the way
Squirrels scurrying and searching about gathering and storing nuts
If it wasn't for the seasons of change we would all be stuck in ruts
The wind may blow in any direction north, south, east or west
When the storms of life has passed all have withstood its test
Everything must change when it's time to step out their range
Sow and reap, build up, tear down, this is our season of change
- Poem by Patricia Grantham