By Abayomi Oluwadare.
The sun rises at the east,
goes to sleep at the west.
Bringing forth dawn,
Painting the world at dusk.
So does time fly,
With buoyant wings like the eagles.
Not waiting or lingering,
We just have to keep up with pace.
Or fall into a gulf, found wanting.
Life's a steeple,
With little or no time to spare.
We're roused from slumber everyday,
by the tingling morning bells.
We face the days anew,
Seasons come and go.
A normal routine you might think. but with each passing season, draws we closer to the earth's hollow.
Make winter's count now,
Sow the seed in spring,
Water in summer,
Reap in autumn,
Cause dear friends,
these fruitful Seasons you might never see again.
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