Life begins with a Spring in its step
when we are free and innocent.
Care-free we sprint ahead as
Summer rolls around, not really knowing
that only into the ground we are running.
The leaves begin to Fall
when we least expect it at all.
The heat of the moment fades
and the sky looms with clouds grey.
Overnight the snow covers in white
the grass we once skipped on.
Dark and alone, trapped in Winter’s cold.
With neither fire nor warmth to nurse the soul.
Like the seed under the bitter snow
waiting to bloom in the sun’s glow,
the heart too should know
that the cold too will blow.