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The Cycle Of Life

Though I have not lived many years

I’ve lived enough of them to know,

That life is a cycle

That the seasons will come, and they will go.

After every long winter,

Will bloom a flowering spring,

And the sound of winter’s pounding rain,

Will soon be the songs that birds sing.

Though day’s lingering light

Must yield to the night’s blackening stain,

And long summers will be cooled

By autumn’s early rain,

A new day will begin,

With a soft yellow glow,

Though I have not lived many years,

I have lived enough of them to know.

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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