Seasons Of Change

Trees begin to bare their limbs as their many leaves are shed Chameleons changes color from the tail to the top of their head Animals go into hibernation before the first cold winter blast So it is with our lives we must never try to live in the past The sun begins to casts its shadows heralding the close of day A flock of birds flies south creating great shapes along the way Squirrels scurrying and searching about gathering and storing nuts If it wasn't for the seasons of change we would all be stuck in ruts The wind may blow in any direction north, south, east or west When the storms of life has passed all have withstood its test Everything must change when it's time to step out their range Sow and reap, build up, tear down, this is our season of change Copyright 2013