There's a season for beginnings
when the world is fresh and new,
when we shape our dreams
of all the things
we plan and hope to do,
A season for maturing
when we think and work and grow,
And a season for the harvesting
of all we've come to know,
And each successive season
grows still richer than the last
as treasures of the present
add to the memories of the past.
Mary Ellen Lowe |
