Spring, the season of new,
the growth of the leaves,
the newly born babies,
and the beautiful flowers we see.
Summer, warmth plentiful and rich,
the warm river waters flow,
no migration we know.
Fall, cool nights,
the anticipation of colors,
as the leaves change,
finally the frost covers.
Winter, harsh and frozen white,
hibernation and ice cuts into life's pace,
snow pack plentiful, somehow we feel renewed,
the migration returns as with life's abundance!
Just as we are born, its our Spring,
we grow to our Summer of teens n' twenty somethings,
late Summer n' Fall we peak in liveliness,
and the fatality of Winter appears just way too fast!
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