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To every season by Stephen W Roberts
Posted on Wednesday, August 27 @ Eastern Daylight Time by Netwolf76
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StephenWRoberts writes "To every season here on earth.
There is a reason, be it death or birth.
The winds of change are always blowing.
The signs of it are forever showing.
Showing us the workings of this world.
Through the seasons we are hurled.
Hurled into a downward spiral of beauty and death.
To every season here on earth.
There is a reason, starting with birth.
Birth represented by the season of spring.
When the flowers are growing, The birds fly and sing.
The bees are all buzzing, There is life all around.
From those climbing in the tree, to those living in the ground.
With birth and hatching comes a new.
In the season of birth when the sky is so blue.
To every season here on earth.
There is a reason, we must gain our worth.
The sun is shining, the days are long.
Life is in full force, love has become so strong.
The season of learning, the season of light.
The time of great earning, A time to take flight.
Summer far to often goes by to fast.
It leaves us wishing, Wishing it could last.
To every season here on earth.
There is a reason, we examine our worth.
The world is changing, It's the time of great descent.
The Autumn orange marks this event.
The flowers are wilting, Insects are going.
The world is still spinning, The great changes are showing.
This time of longing, this time of knowing.
With the final falling of the leaves, It shall shortly be snowing.
To every season here on earth.
There is a reason, the coming of death means the bringing of birth.
For with a beginning, there must be an end.
For the cycle to continue, you must descend.
With the coming of the snow, an arctic wasteland this world shall be.
The time of the reaper, as your death is the final guarantee.
Though your heart and soul are frozen, Trapped in an icy tomb.
New life shall enter in time, Once you have met your doom.
Mourning is never in order, for the cycle is never through.
Once the ice is melted away, The seasons shall prove itself true.
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