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Scattered Seasons


Still and quiet flurries scatter,

Softly to the ground,

Cover white its platter,

At every little town.

No use to cry for sunshine.

Grey clouds enhance our view.

Someday as seasons change.

The sun will come shining true.


Be at a different place in time.

Stumble on a warmer path,

Not to rush away our lives,

It seems too quick to pass.

Time after time stands still,

A trick to fool our soul,

Happy little birdies sing,

As they make their way back home.


Songs they brought with them,

Says spring has surely sprung.

Mother nature never forgets,

To finish what has begun,

Faith will bring out the best,

To cheer most everyone.

And just as you are settled in,

Hot comes the summer’s sun.


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