How like the seasons is our life,
we face the sunshine, storms and strife.
As seasons come, so they must go,
we are enjoined within that flow.

In spring we start our journey,new
when flowers bloom and skies are blue.
The trees are budding, birds will sing,
with youth in bloom it's always spring.

'Tis summer soon,we are mature,
face love and kids, home and career.
It's harvest time, success we seek,
the sounds of summer leave us weak.

Then autumn calls to have it's say,
the foliage falls,the hair turns gray;
A chill descends and soon the frost,
we think, perhaps on things now lost.

Then winter grips with snow and cold,
we watch our destined fate unfold ;
As now we near our time to go
and seek life's final afterglow.