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Talking About Seasons?
Four Seasons Of Life
When I was young, as I can remember
I count the passing days and months from January to December.
I always thought that tides of time were drifting too slow,
That obtaining goodies from yuletide will never bestow.
But when I knew and came to realized,
Those four seasons of life connotes its worth than just a yuletide surprise.
Spring, summer, fall, and winter for all we know,
Was just all part of the years that come and go.
Our life is like a SPRING, which blooms magnificently
As frigid winter bids adieu for the year completely.
A new beginnings and hopes are here to stay
And promise of pleasant tomorrows in our days of May.
Our moments of SUMMER could be our peak,
Where in our wheels of fortune is on top so to speak.
Minutes of misery are excessively far
With prolific spell of summer, life will never be dull.
When FALL of life has come as it never predicted
Where tears of dismay is the only shield,
and every heartbeat felt like it nearly ended
Left astray and abhor the world as you concluded.
Then WINTER breezes in and vows it’s avenge,
frosty waft of season for your complete end.
Dilemmas of life may turn your compassion's cold,
But the cycle of spring and summer; Then again,
Will gain back the most existence untold.