Beauty of the Seasons

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Oh the beauty of the seasons
Each one with it's own specific reasons
Winter springing as Summer is falling
Look at the sounds of Memory, calling.
 
Feel the warmth as a summer breeze blows
Washing us over, from our head to our toes.
Remember the laughter spent in summer days bright
As children dance with glee into the summer night.
As August comes to an end you should know,
Summer is the season in which life and friendships grow.
 
Oh the beauty of the seasons
Each one with it's own specific reasons
Winter springing as Summer is falling
Look at the sounds of Memory, calling.
 
Autumn is here now and summer is over
Kids return to school another year older.
This is the season where change happens most
The beauty in the changes, her greatest boast.
We gather around while the world outside is dying
Giving thanks for each other, while others are crying.
 
Oh the beauty of the seasons
Each one with it's own specific reasons
Winter springing as Summer is falling
Look at the sounds of Memory, calling.
 
Old man Winter arrives with a storm
Beating us down, making us worn.
But then the storm is over and snow covers the ground.
Frozen crystals hang from the trees, beauty all around.
Winter has washed the dead of the land snow white.
A reminder of the power of the perfect work of Christ.
 
Oh the beauty of the seasons
Each one with it's own specific reasons
Winter springing as Summer is falling
Look at the sounds of Memory, calling.
 
As old man Winter blows away
Spring brings life with each new day.
A gentle breeze blows in the honey bees
That love the very trees that make you sneeze.
Rain drops splatter with every April shower,
Working with the Sun to give life to every flower. 
 
Oh the beauty of the seasons
Each one with it's own specific reasons
Winter springing as Summer is falling
Look at the sounds of Memory, calling.
 
Winter covers Autumn's death with beautiful snow white
And Spring brings the rain to give us life.
As life lives through the summer we continue to grow,
And Autumn reminds us of things we don't want to know:
There is a beauty to change and even in death,
So long as you live for Him who gives rest.
 
Oh the beauty of the seasons
Each one with it's own specific reasons
Winter springing as Summer is falling
Look at the sounds of Memory, calling.
 
7/25/14

 

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