God created the Heaven and the Earth
There after created man,
Dividing the changing seasons
To the image of life's quartered span. Spring, with the newness of a baby,
Fresh, untainted and free,
Bound in no shackles of time
But loved for its infancy. Children like the days of summer
Changing, growing and gay,
Ever in need of cultivation
At school, at home and at play. Each autumn emerges the harvest,
The middle age summit of life,
Gleaned though the years of labor
Is the consummate crop of strife. Winter brings down the final curtain
On age, like an adder's sting-
Yet, life can never lay dormant
With the Creator's promise of spring. | 
