Summer of Love that breezes the air,
Psalm of praises flow through the waters,
Sunny it seems but a soul to bare
Spring has bypassed out endless prayers.
Grass withers and leaves of Autumn begin to fall,
Colours of golden brown that covers the streets,
Trees startled as Winter they need to prepare for,
Weather gets colder as I whisper the Apostle Creed.
Atmosphere turns the nature into a cold dry place,
As snowflakes pile up the earth
I try to seek the Lord in His grace,
Even though I shiver and look upon heaven above.
Praying for blossoming season to return,
Flowers bloom from one to another,
Seasons do change, yet lessons learnt,
But the word of God stands forever…
Copyright © Grace Ong 2004