In life we wither
slowly as we go
through seasons weathers
nature always grows.
We can contemplate
and we can always worry,
we can’t subjugate
so we suffer covertly.
If we took a seed
to sow, no fear,
even noxious weeds
know reasons it’s here.
As the years start to orbit
and time keeps on ticking,
worry about your wallet
it won’t show in your coffin.
Summers end pinches us
for the seeds we have sown,
disbursement of pods fuss
for the spring, to be grown.
With nothing to lose
with nothing to fear,
if it’s dwelling you choose
whilst you spend your time here.
Nature knows it snows
and nature knows it’s flaws,
still happy it knows
a new seasons open doors.
Only to bloom and admire bliss
whilst they are working hand in hand,
with Mother nature’s glistening kiss,
perhaps one day we will understand.
I just had a thought about how people go through life worrying about everything, and nature is happy knowing it can spread seeds for the next season. Just a perspective! Haha enjoy :)
