A walk in the wilderness I took one day,

When the clouds were a crimson and adorned with an exquisite display,

The distant was welcoming,

The distant did claim,

That on the days the clouds parted,

The Earth was unveiled.

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Seasons arise when on an axis it swayed,

Rotating, spinning, Oh that, how time took its place,

Once upon a winter, come spring, summer and autumn,

Of cold, warmth and heat did the fall sway the autumn.

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I wish for you to know that come what may,

There is a season for everything, to everything,

That you and I have experienced to date.

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To everything there is a season,

A time to be born, A time to die,

A time for war, and a time for peace,

A time to hate and a time to love,

A time to walk under the stars of heaven.

Eccelesiastes 13.

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I thought about how the world rotated, and really, nothing made sense except for the beauty that surrounds us. This poem came to mind as I understood that everything we go through, everyone we meet in this journey of life, no matter how fleeting, will be part of our story.

I love writing about the beauty that surrounds us. Words make them a true testament. Have a great Sunday.

-shobana-

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