Everything has a purpose,
Everything has its place,
Like the beauty of this planet,
As it revolves around in space.
We must thank our creator,
For this wonderful world of ours,
We must thank him for the food we eat,
And natures beautiful flowers.
We must thank him for the sun,
As it sends out warmth and light,
The moon for its wonderful moonbeams,
As they illuminate the night.
Spring is when nature awakes,
When everything is fresh and green,
When all the plants burst into bloom,
It is an occasion that must be seen.
Summer is a time,
To enjoy the warmth of the sun,
It is a busy time for the farmer,
A time for the harvest to be done.
Autumn is the season,
When everything slows down,
When trees shed their foliage,
As they gently fall to the ground.
Life is like the seasons,
Spring represents our start,
Summer is our prime of life,
Autumn is when we part.
For our spirit only leaves our body,
It will continue in another form,
For as we enter the spirit world,
A new life for all will dawn.
Malcolm G Bradshaw