season

Leaves fall to the ground,
they all turn dry and brown.

Grass does wither,
the green is gone.
Their is ice,
upon the pond.

Color is gone,
no light to see.
It is dismal and dark,
oh for some light for me.

gray the sky
nippy the wind
winter is bland
summer is grand

Soon I will wither,
My knees grow weak.
Time takes its toll.
No longer at my peak.

Time takes its toll.
My hourglass only third full.

When the sand runs out,
I will leave with a shout.

This world will be no more.
I will knock on heavens door.

Jesus will let me in,
No more dark days
be happier then
ever been