For years I’ve watched the seasons come,
And I’ve watched the seasons go.
They reflect that all living things
Change as they grow.
The seed lies dormant in the earth
And then sprouts forth with life.
An infant lies in his mother’s womb
And is born with lots of strife.
A tree needs enough nutrients
In order to grow strong.
A baby needs good nourishment
For his body to grow long.
Spring brings the rain and the warm sun
That enables the tree to grow tall.
Childhood and adolescence give a child
Time to prepare for Fall.
A tree has leaves that shake and twist
In the Summer storms that pass by,
And they change to lovely colors as
The Fall season leaves them to die.
A young man faces the storms of life
With courage and a strong belief:
That God will be there through the worst
And strengthen him in grief.
Or a man can choose to face those storms
With bitterness and hate,
And blame God for the things he lost
And leave the rest to fate.
For surely as the seasons pass,
Death comes to every man,
And he must choose to walk away,
Or reach out for God’s hand.
The tree drops seeds on the ground
And they end up down below
The earth and wait until next Spring
When new trees will grow.