
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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Beautiful, Shobana. Fleeting and yet it remains. Wonderfully expressed.
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Thank you, Jeff. Glad you liked.
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You’re most welcome, Shobana. Always.
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Beauty lies in the heart and the mind. And you are truly a beautiful person inside out. I love your positivity, Shobana. It’s infectious. And there is a season for everything. Some pass, some stay, some come to teach us harsh lessons. Thanks for this lovely poem. 🙂
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Thank you, Terveen. You are a gorgeous person yourself. And, yes every season has a lesson. Have a lovely month.
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You too, Shobana. 🙂
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So true, a beautiful poem 👌👌
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