SEASONS The East wind blows a gale outside Fast raindrops lash the pane. Although we know it’s WINTER now, That SPRING will come again. And when SPRING comes We’ll see the earth Throw WINTER’s shroud away. Then “dead look” trees begin to bud And bulbs break through COLD CLAY, To cover all the waking earth With flowers in bright array The springtime sun will lengthen days And bring the world to life With blossomed trees and hedgerows green Then SUMMER will arrive, With ripening fruit and glowing crops The whole earth seems alive. And yet we know this is NOT SO The whole world does not thrive For while some nations have their fill The others starve and die. Who orders all the seasons? That govern all earth’s land? Is it some moon in outer space? Or God’s Almighty hand? As autumn, then cold winter Creep back upon the scene I sit around and ponder What sort of year it’s been Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter too I’ve often had my share Of happiness and sorrow, yes And like some dark drear WINTER It’s often hard to bear Four seasons cover all our lives Each with some role to play No, I do not know the answer yet But know I will SOMEDAY!