“The Seasons of my Soul”

 

The sun, in his glorious rays of light,
Heats and tans my head and my hands and my heart.
I live and breathe and have my being today.
What shall I do or who shall I meet this day,
While I walk under the sapphire sky?

The leaves are suddenly withered pumpkins.
The air whispers cold words of failure to me.
Saying, “Your life will one day shrivel like them.”
I try to see the sun behind the grey clouds,
but sometimes there are too many dying trees.

Then there is nothing but biting black ice.
I will probably be shoveled with the snow
Or slide sickeningly down a crystal floor.
No fire will warm this weak and weary man,
Those summer days were too loving to be true.

But then I feel a blood-rush in my veins.
A rose blooms from the earthly soil.
The breeze is so sweet you sleep with it.
The birds chirp their laughter once again.
Life was there when you thought yourself dead.

The sun, in his glorious rays of light,
Heats and tans my head and my hands and my heart.
I live and breathe and have my being today.
What shall I do or who shall I meet this day,
While I walk under the sapphire sky?

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