The skies outside are grey, rain falls as winter settles in
The naked trees sway drunkenly into the savage wind
The changing face of Nature as the winter comes to call
Becomes aloof and distant as it leaves behind the Fall
Children in their innocence take seasons in their stride
Not really sensing differences, content in or outside
Our lives are similar to Nature in so many ways
We have our rhythms, our routines that fill our nights and days
Spring brings new beginnings, the rebirth of many things
Summer is the time for fun and all that Christmas brings
Autumn slows the pace right down preparing for a rest
Before the Winter opens for her Icy Winterfest
Where Nature’s role is infinite, ours tragically is not
No matter how we wish it were, we only get one shot
Seasons will come, seasons will go until eventually
We carry on alone to meet our greater Destiny
Yes, we only get one opportunity to make the best of it...
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