Seasons come and seasons go but change is constant, it will go on
No matter how you rant, rave and struggle you won’t escape the throng
How we all think we can buck the trend, it can’t be done my friend
Try as you might you will get caught on the tread mill in the end!
The four seasons are full of beauty, each one a special delight
The joy of a crisp winter morning and the scent on a late summer night
Autumn afternoons bonfires smoke rising to a harvest moon.
Then Spring their little sister blossoming not a second too soon!
Seasons come and seasons go but change is constant life goes around
The mysteries of life are there for all of us all, miracles abound.
No matter how you rant, rave and struggle you won’t escape the throng
How we all think we can buck the trend, it can’t be done my friend
Try as you might you will get caught on the tread mill in the end!
willowdot21 
