Material things cannot be taken, love will keep us unforsaken.
A planted seed in the womb
Then life starts to Bloom
As the Flowers in Spring are
Nurtured and fed until the flower is wilted
Then Summer Begins
Innocence of youth continues to mold us
Into whom we Become
Minds cultivate like the harvest crop
Until we have reached Fall
Yet the fullness of whom we have grown
To be still not fully seen
As the crop that has ripened
Consumed by the world that proceeds
Until the the final stage
Winter..freezes us into time
Aged Into the universe
Without a sign
As the cycle again goes on through the souls
Created and left behind.
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