Seasons in Time
By kat14903
I hear the song of Autumn echo a bittersweet sound. As its brilliant leaves float gently to the ground. A vast spectrum of color red, orange, yellow, brown and gold. A beatiful story, has yet to be told. As soft winds blow a crisp scent fills the air. Whispering promises to always be near. Next a melodious tune plays softly on my heart. As the cold bite of winter begins its slow start. Life all around me soon comes to peaceful rest. The earth blanketed in white, and ice covered vests. Then as March winds blow and bring on April rains. Spring makes its arrival. Life begins again. Flowers in bloom as the robin returns. In search for a mate, the love that he yearns. With the approach of summer comes sunshine and rainbows. Romantic nights sitting, by a campfires glow. Freshly cut grass. The smell is so grand. Vacations at the lake. Building castles in the sand. Autumn the returns. A new cycle begins. Seasons in Time that will never end. So as i reflect back, and look at the sky above. I gaze at its beauty. A reminder of God's Love. Written October 24th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 03:07 PM PST 0 • 10
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"I hear the song of Autumn..."