For everything there is an hour; <br />Seasons come and seasons go. <br />A moment for a rose to bloom, <br />For the tide to ebb and then to flow. <br /> <br />A season when the sky is blue, <br />Another when it's grey; <br />A moment when the darkest night <br />Blossoms into brightest day. <br /> <br />An hour when the sun will set, <br />It's 'cheerio' a crimson sky, <br />And in its place a host of stars, <br />Diamonds sparkling up on high. <br /> <br />Seasons come and seasons go <br />But loving feelings stay; <br />The treasures cherished in your heart <br />Can never fade away.<br /><br />Janet Mary Zylstra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seasons-7/
