the way live seems to fly

Spring has long gone
When all is new and green
With babies underfoot
The summer came
With flowers and growing fruit
Children running and discovering new things
Now it fall
The flowers are gone
The fruits are ripened and stored
The children have grown
And are on their own
What will the winter bring?
A long rest or the death of all?
We know not but can just wait
For rebirth will be the opening of the gate

Judy Money