Have you seen the dandelions blooming in the fall?
Probably not, because by fall the frost has killed them all.
Have you ever seen a songbird singing in the snow?
Probably not because southern warmth calls them and they go.
Have you ever trod a chilly July morn?
You've never found the sun exhausted from keeping your skin warm. What about the springtime? When everything is wet.
Can you find a dry spot in the clover as you set?
The seasons bring their own vicissitude and strife.
But the end to their means is to make way for new life.
You have a place in every season, dont hunt for what is gone. Preserve yourself “holding fast unto the throng.”
Summer waits at springtime end and fall follows the same. When wintertime sends her worst spring will come again