Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Every season has its beauty
The morning brings new hope with the glowing sun
That reaches out to touch the heart of everyone
The weather may be chilly and frost be everywhere
Yet the morning star dispels the chill from all our air
Mother earth's a bit pale beneath the touch of ice
Northern winds are whispering where her beauty lies
All the world is silent before such wintry rush
We are left to marvel inside the freezing hush.
Everything has its moment and everything has its place
Thus the seasonal echoes make everything a grace
From the warmth of summer to the blossoming spring
Every season has its beauty and grace that it will bring.