Born on a late Fall evening;
Told I could grow and fly.
Fingers and wings were strengthened;
That’s when I learned to cry.
Resting in Winter’s snowstorms,
Darkness so wide and deep…
There was a star to follow,
Waking my heart from sleep.
Blooming as buds in Springtime,
Reaching up toward the sun,
Knowing I had the Spirit;
Letting God’s music run.
All Summer long together,
Everything dry and bright.
Fires were quenched and started,
Flings of the dying light.
Fall is again upon us,
Breezes that warn of chill;
Mind, body, soul transforming…
Cycles within His will!