Seasons

Summer is the season of discontent. 
Lies and hatred sewn in delusion. 
Fall, rise, twist, and devour, never die. 
All feel the pain that rises out of confusion. 
Fall is the season for reaping the fruits of our toils. 
Labors not done in vain, thanks only to the Master. 
Enjoyment is free when it decides to settle in, 
The miracles are not only enjoyed by the caster. 
Winter is the season to cherish. 
Sweet is the wine, clean as morning mist. 
See it coming and do nothing in repentance, 
Now is the time for Him to do as He pleases. 
Spring is a new day, crisp and clear. 
Everything awakens and stretches for the light. 
Things that cannot cope, suffer drowning in tears. 
Give in to despair, winter's light turns into night.