IT'S JUST A SEASON The wind blows The leaves go Spinning in a circle As if in a race But neither one of them wins What they trying to prove It is only the wind that makes them move Bare trees looking down Sing songs of wow to the brown grass But in the sky are signs of hope With bright clouds looking by It is only for a season Growth is the reason Life will take a rest To return in zest I'm waiting for the springtime I'm dreaming of soft grass and shade trees Flowers blowing perfume in the wind A stream with a fishing pond With plenty for all to eat By: Roger Harkness
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