• krishnega 50w


    It’s the time of fall,
    When leaves kiss soil;
    Being dressed in best,
    To effortlessly rest.

    It’s the time of snow
    To let fireplace glow;
    And spread some love,
    Beneath the mistletoe.

    It’s the time of spring,
    When new life begins;
    A gentle reminder,
    Of Promise forever kept.

    It’s the time of summer,
    When sun shines bright;
    And beach teems love,
    New tales etched onto sands.

    It shall all pass,
    And shall all return;
    It will all fade
    Into truth of life.