A Time for Every Season

In a quiet garden, 

sitting on a tree,

a bird got to talking 

with a busy bee.

The bee wanted to know: 

tell me, my dear -

what is your favorite 

time of the year?

The bird thought deeply 

season by season,

wanting to impress

the bee with her reason.

She thought of the hope
and the promise of spring;

of the lazy heat

that summer will bring.

Of autumn's lovely colors,

all smokey and gold;

and the cruel beauty

of the harsh winter's cold.

She thought of happy singing
when summer is bright,

and finding a cozy shelter

for the winter's night.

And finally she said

let me answer, dear:

my favorite must always be

the time that is here.

♡

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