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
