Seasons

As the leaves shed their green

And we lose the warming breeze
Like a kite the hammock swings 
The birds we love no longer sing
Mesquitos cease to bite
Geese begin their flight
We’ll be alright
Seasons come, refreshing change
Loss and gain in full parade
If we fight and fret the loss
Joy and hope become the cost 
Look ahead, a welcome sight
Time will come for our delight
We’ll be alright
 

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