Seasons

The seasons come and also go
In a cycle of life and death.
And in that ring, we too I know
Will draw our final breath.

The burst of Spring so fresh and green,
Abundant with all life renewed.
Our childhood steps are also seen
Among the vibrant hued.

In Summer’s flush of energy
Full growth and adulthood are found.
While passions flow in you and me
The Oak once more is crowned.

The Autumn leaves are falling fast.
John Barleycorn is slain once more.
Maturity is found at last,
Like shells upon a shore.

The Winter’s frost comes calling round,
And Holly now becomes the King.
While life now makes it's final sound
The soul begins to sing.

But do not think that there it ends,
The cycle will still turn again.
The Seasons flow and spirits send
Their hopes to ease our pain.

Potia