How is it that most of us look,
With such anticipation...
To newest season, when it comes,
With joy and much elation?
 
Escape from summer's fiery grip,
To excitement of the fall...
The brilliant colors on display,
Delight us, one and all.
 
And while we wait impatiently,
For each season's arrival...
We fail to fully contemplate,
The toll on our survival.
 
Our lives are no more and no less,
Than changing of a season...
Constant as are day and night,
Accepted without reason.
 
Take each new season as it comes,
Be glad, enjoy, rejoice...
For in our future for each one,
Is silence, no more voice.
 
 
 09/06/09  Loree (Mason) O'Neil
 
      Midi playing is:  Don't Worry
 
 
     

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