The seasons swirl, a fleeting, vibrant dance,
A whispered promise, a swift, fleeting chance.
No more lost words, no more idle plea,
Let’s center on the Word, eternally.

Remember well the lessons, clear and bold,
For we, like vapors, stories yet untold.
A fleeting breath, a whisper in the breeze,
Our time on earth, a gift if we but seize.

The sun ascends, its golden rays ignite,
And paints the world with hues of wondrous light.
But shadows lengthen, as the hours fly,
And summer’s warmth gives way to winter’s cry.

The leaves descend, a tapestry of gold,
A silent story, as the seasons unfold.
We are but echoes, in this earthly sphere,
Yet in the Word, our souls find solace near.

So let us strive, with hearts both pure and true,
To grasp the lessons meant for us anew.
For in that Word, a strength we’ll find to rise,
Beyond the fleeting, to the boundless skies.

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