seasons
that seasons change in times of love
is powerful and true.
what’s gentle breeze across my lips
blows hurricane to you.
in spring the rain can cleanse the soul
and make the world renew
but tears of sorrow flood the land
and salt the morning dew
the summer sun warms every place
and makes the spir’t rejoice
but summer’s heat in dusty days
can parch the gentle voice
in fall the crops are gathered up
and leaves take vibrant hue
but when the leaves begin to fall
what will naked nature do
the winter wind is cold and chills
and frightens every part
but what can break that demon’s spell
like fire in love-stoked heart
and so with every yin and yang
in ebb and flow find peace
for when the seasons cease to change
the journey was the key
