The seasons come and go
as the life cycle turns
with the hands of time,
on that finite clock of ever told.
Spring–rebirth and renewal
Summer–warmth and wonder
Autumn–change and time of harvest
Winter–death in the form of transition
All things succumb to the same level.
Frigid weather of cold, snow, and ice
secludes man and beast.
No more accumulation, no more hunting,
while the earth is consumed in silence.
Was it always to be so–
this decreasing light of the summer solstice?
We have lived too long with ambivalence.
The clock is winding rapidly,
and the seasons intermingling.
Is our time here infinite?
Watch and understand.
Use your time wisely.