The Spring of life
Is when we are new
No struggles and strife
No awareness of the world being askew
Babies growing, smiles showing
Children smiling, hurt unknowing

The Summer of life
Is for explorations
Full of teenage rites
The excitement and expectations
Stolen kisses, sexuality and wishes
Becoming your own person, thoughts and desires bursting

The Fall of life
Is for retrospection
Have you done what you’ve wanted
Regrouping and advancing through introspection
Time is still there for promises made
Either to others or yourself, made, not in vain

The Winter of Life
Is for being true to thyself
Have you been a good person, whether in poverty or wealth?
Change what you need to, before you lie down in that bed you’ve made
If the answer is yes…smile as you lay there to rest your weary head
At the end of your fourth season, memories planted by seeds of time,
will replenish the love, in your body’s stead

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the "nature" of things, very powerful! really enjoyed the truth of this

I agree with Mig..

thank you for taking the time to comment. I can't tell you how much I am inspired by all of you. Again, thanks so much!