HOW FAST THE SEASONS COME AND GO

To see the autumn flowers succumb to frost —
to walk around the fields of silvered grass —
to know that summer’s days are finally lost —
how fast  the seasons come and go — how fast.

Cicadas sang — seems only yesterday
and now when darkness falls sounds are withdrawn.
The sun is sooner set — days fly away.
We wake to stars  — later comes the dawn.

We marvel at so many seasons passing.
Our recollections savor ancient autumns.
Our years on earth appear to be too fleeting —
they gather speed when life is nearly done

But we’ve been blessed to see so many changes —
to see the beauty that our earth arranges.

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