Flowers and blossoms Bloom With a lilting dance Amidst breezes, winds and storms, Fiery rain of sun, Rains, thunder and lightning- In spring and summer. Then mists greet them To fall and fail Till bitter cold Of sharp winds and snows Shroud them For resurrection.
This is the Eternal Fate Of all His creation And The ecstasy of His Will. Why defy then? Accept and resign While marching To His abode.