Four seasons, oh how they do change,
too many times, so many ways.
Priorities to rearrange,
to sit and recollect past days.

Hearts float on wings of butterflies,
fields of daisies softly picked.
Love lost like fading fireflies,
through seasons, rose thorns pricked.

Emotions fell and rose throughout,
came life's cold and bitter seasons.
Past pain and sorrow caused me doubt,
for many different reasons.

More reflections then I can bear,
life's changes sometimes takes its toll.
Keep holding on, though life's unfair,
struggling so hard to keep control.

Seasons of hope and faith among,
sprinkled mid the rain and teardrops.
Awaiting a new song to be sung,
life's changing seasons, never stop.


Ecclesiastes 3:1-9
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.

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