Sometimes, the day is clear and still—

peace rests softly,

and slow is the feeling

in the spring of life.

Sometimes, clouds gather

in the sky of day;

lives struggle,

burning warm and bright

in the summer of life.

Sometimes, cool winds fade

and colors blaze

in sunsets of endings;

life’s struggles and memories

are lived and cherished

in the fall of life.

Sometimes, the air is cold,

and beautiful sunrises rise

above grounded leaves;

life’s quiet truth

comes gently to rest

in the winter of life.