
One day the world is fresh and green and just like that it’ fades unseen,
Like chaffs of grain or husks of corn, they pass from life, we grieve, we mourn,
The wind will sweep them far and wide, they may remain but often hide,
Unexpected change of season doesn’t stand the test of reason.
Do you think it’s accidental or by chance coincidental.
You may call it beneficial, heaven sent or providential,
Seasons are anticipated, but could make you feel sedated
Colors change to red and gold, snow will follow with the bitter cold.
Serendipitous is the term that’s often used to make us squirm,
A word that sounds so odd and strange, it conjures up unwanted change,
Instead, our thoughts can understand, that beauty lingers in the land,
Each season has its chance to shine, the unexpected will be mine.





















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