There is a season for every purpose in
Life; but is there enough time as we journey
through happiness and strife. Is the purpose
of tomorrow, too live with greater or less pain
To love and hate at the same moment, to
laugh, cry, and comfort. Throw stones
and gather them to build a wall, to make
love not war.
Seek, find and forget, will this put one’s
soul at rest, will one be at their best.
Ignore or embrace the disarray, life does
not have to be filled with pain or trouble;
if you allow the pleasure of it to stay.
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall, there
might be a purpose for these seasons after
all. Do we remember, do we take time
Branches bare, snow everywhere, sweet
buds, thawing mud, summer breeze.
frosty leaves, tumbling to the ground
Summer, fall, winter, spring…yes, I believe
we must make time and understand our
lives. There has to be an earthly purpose for
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