Seasons of Life 1

Winter comes, summer goes

We mourn a bit, but we all know

That balance is the key to life;

There is no glee without the strife.

For the seed that is planted inside

Needs the rain and some sunshine

To grow into all that we can be

And one day we will surely see

The best is always yet to come.

So wait and see what you'll become.

Poet: Safiya Briscoe-Francis