The Gift of Seasons

The gift of seasons,
Often comes without reasons.
Whether here or there,
Today or next year.
We can't hold on to what was, is or has been,
For there are greater things to be seen.
 
Like the ebb and flow,
Seasons come and go.
Summer turns to autumn and winter to spring,
There are times of silence and times when we hear the birds sing.
 
Being trapped in a season is the worst place to be,
For what you have now you cannot even see.
To desire a season only wears you out,
You are wearing winter clothes in the middle of drought.
 
Seasons are beyond man,
They exceed all we can plan.
But they are a beautiful thing,
Given all of us by the Highest King.
 
So let go and embrace,
Don't hold on to tomorrow when today you must face.
And whatever is whatever come what may...
Rest assured no season is here to stay!

 
By: Zowayne O. Williams