Cherish all the Seasons
The rain has kissed
the forests and the gardens,
Stirred them
from their hybernated trance.
Sent the winds
as sounding trumphets
hailing,
The Birthing Season
Celebration Dance!
The Host has chosen color
for the Galas-
The magic of His artistry is cast,
For color has been
Birthing Shroud and Martyr,
For all the elder seasons
flowing past.
Spring may hold the vibrance
of the youngest,
But bolder hues are sweet
with summers' breath,
While fall is bursting forth
with all the drama,
That foretells the sting of
coming winters' death...
That harshest season
is not hateful in its' bearing,
Only cleansing before
casting starts anew,
For color waits in wings
in turn impassioned,
By future seasons
waiting for their cue.
So cherish all the seasons
as they travel,
As the Host would not deter them,
either one.
For all the seasons rolling
ever onward,
Bring us closer
To the coming of the Son...
MSV
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