LIFE IS A SEASON

Life is life, animal,plant,human, we all have a cycle just like the seasons.

The seasons pass so quickly as if to mirror human life.

The dark and dreary Winter, a reflection of a time before our birth.

Where on the surface all is silent...bare..

But we feed and grow below , in fertile soil our seed is sown then our roots search out a home.

Like shroom and tree join forces we too begin our lives unseen.

We wait and we grow stronger and we learn as if from dreams.

The times not right to leave the dark for now's the time for stillness, to nurture and to hone,

the skills we need to flourish when we burst forth to be born.

So while it looks like Winter's barren , Spring is always in the wings.

It waits it's turn till it hears the call to usher new life in.

Then something stirs inside us, we are ready to breathe air ,to poke our heads out of the dark and show the world we're here