Seasons of My Life

In the autumn of my life tis springtime I recall

when the pregnancy of winter Gives birth to flora all

Colour hue and freshness as only sol may rise

Seeds faithfully long trusted yield fruit in blush surprise 

Bulbs beget their flowers in colours hot and cold

While rose buds blossom gently their fragrance sweetly bold

Candied dew upon their petals reflects the morning sun

Which is busy lifting blankets of mist where rivers run

Creation in profusion life,s spectrum how it glows

In a sea of waving splender earths bounty ebbs and flows

In the winter of my life let springtime be my bed

Lay me neath the flora so my spirit ne'er be dead