By Kaye Cunningham
Date: 27 November 1997

Nature's Parade

 
                                                                  


                 
                 copyright kc 10/97

                 Nature's parade 

                 The passing of time, the seasons change,
                 and nothing ever seems the same again,
                 as spring turns to summer and summer to fall,
                 the casting of shadows against the wall.

                 When flowers start their fade,
                 and mornings turn bleak and grey,
                 the seasons change within the heart,
                 to yellow-brown hues from finish to start.

                 At the moment in passing,
                 the time slips away bringing with it another day,
                 to seek out the memories of better years,
                 a summery season without the tears.

                 The face cooled by the kiss of a pleasant breeze,
                 freezing in time the thoughts of thee,
                 withering in the coldness of winters' onset,
                 forgetting the truth of the love you lent.

                 Grasping to hold the passing of time,
                 unwilling to wither upon the vine,
                 yet accepting of fate as it be delivered,
                 the passing of season,to taker from Giver.

                 Knowing destiny will be what it may,
                 hoping that strength will be blown my way,
                 before the heart of the flower withers and fades
                 with the seasons of time, Nature's parade.