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My friend came by the other day. As a leaf in the wind he has blown From street to street             Town to town. A wanderer he may be but not at heart. He longs to be attached to a tree                              Any tree. In spring and summer the leaves are green                                         And        attached. Summer slowly dries them out as the tree                       Prepares for winter. My friend, the dry brown leaf Blows in his perpetual autumn. We all grow in our own time and season: Winter dormancy          Spring regeneration                    Summer fulfillment                              Fall  preparing for the                                                                Inevitable season of death. These  seasons of the soul Are the very essence of our existence. They teach us                         Temper us                                    Fulfill us. But there are those who do not see The purpose of the seasons. To them winter means only                              Cold                                        Snow                          Desolation.              Spring means only            Rain                     Mud                                Flooding. Summer means                              Beauty to mock                                 The heart in winter. I trust in the wisdom of the seasons. Nature teaches us lessons in her cycles. Let the l                e                    a                  f fall to the ground. Let it rot into cold                                   Stark                     Winter Desolation. Spring will come. Bleak gray will become bright colours                   Of spring. The beauty will fade again but will Reappear in winter's own stark beauty Though it may be cold and gray. Then spring will come.           Spring will come!!!
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
Seasons of the Soul Series Part 1: Spring Will Come
My friend came by the other day. As a leaf in the wind he has blown From street to street             Town to town. A wanderer he may be but not at heart. He longs to be attached to a tree                              Any tree. In spring and summer the leaves are green                                         And        attached. Summer slowly dries them out as the tree                       Prepares for winter. My friend, the dry brown leaf Blows in his perpetual autumn. We all grow in our own time and season: Winter dormancy          Spring regeneration                    Summer fulfillment                              Fall  preparing for the                                                                Inevitable season of death. These  seasons of the soul Are the very essence of our existence. They teach us                         Temper us                                    Fulfill us. But there are those who do not see The purpose of the seasons. To them winter means only                              Cold                                        Snow                          Desolation.              Spring means only            Rain                     Mud                                Flooding. Summer means                              Beauty to mock                                 The heart in winter. I trust in the wisdom of the seasons. Nature teaches us lessons in her cycles. Let the l                e                    a                  f fall to the ground. Let it rot into cold                                   Stark                     Winter Desolation. Spring will come. Bleak gray will become bright colours                   Of spring. The beauty will fade again but will Reappear in winter's own stark beauty Though it may be cold and gray. Then spring will come.           Spring will come!!!
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