The Seasons.

If we are fortunate, our life is like a year, it has all the seasons.

THE SEASONS.

When you look, it's plain to see,

spring has crossed these mountains,

------------------ many years before;

kissed their slopes, with shoots of hope,

promised so much more.

Then sweeping in, in a blaze of life,

summer saw the promises bloom,

---------------- many years before;

bathed the dreams, in bounteous streams,

birds began to soar.

So with stealth, and deceptive charm,

autumn cooled the gurgling streams,

------------------ many years before;

slowed their pace. to one of grace,

quietly closed a door.

Now, with vulgar haste, and callous force,

winter assaults those mighty peaks,

--------------- of many years before;

as gathering clouds, spread their shroud,

memories start to pour.

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