Seasons of Song

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The Music of the Seasons of Time


Life is a CD of seasons that revolves round about.

You can’t see the pattern for it doesn’t stand out.

But it's a merry-go-round disk in segments of time,

That's best to be viewed in a song or a rhyme.



It takes you full journey through the miniature cosmos.

As the earth and its flora slowly metamorphose,

If you're silent, you’ll glimpse the moments flow by,

Mingling merrily in clustered diversity.



In the colors of fall, in the dance of the leaves,

In pumpkins, corn husks, and the harvest of sheaves --

Ogle the whiteness of winter, the grays of the sky,

The trees of a squirrel with its nut-filled supply.



Notice the sparkle of shimmery dragonfly wings,

Peek in each hallow and nest where small things

Rise up to chitter and chat that it’s spring.

Watch how the baby birds learn how to sing.



Notice the flowers parading their lemons and reds,

Cocky with sunshine in their lush flowerbeds.

Breathe in the sweet scents they emit for the bees.

Hear the song of the insects in the quiet spring breeze.



Come meld into summer with leaves tinged in gold.

And the similar hue of wild poppies and marigolds.

See the wheat fronds wave feathered arms of delight.

As the heat reflects upward into speckles of light.



Note the radiant sunflowers that bulge with new seeds,

Though struggling for breath among abundant fresh weeds.

Thus we swing back to fall’s crisp oranges and rusts,

To evenings of coolness and then long, wintry gusts,




Life is a CD of seasons that revolves round about.

You can’t see the pattern for it doesn’t stand out.

But it's a merry-go-round disk in segments of time,

That's best to be viewed in a song or a rhyme.

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