Life is Like the Seasons of the Year

Birth is like Spring.
For birth means new life
And so does Spring.
The birds return in Spring.
Each Spring its as if they come into existence for the very first time.

As youth is followed by maturity,
So Spring gives way to Summer's heat
After innocence of youth comes sexual development and,hopefully, hot romance.

Middle age is the Fall or rather Autumn of life.
Its not the Fall as in "the Fall of Man".
Rather its the harvest season,
the time of joyful celebration of long-range accomplishments.

Finally there is the End Game.
Old Age and Death.are the Winter of life.
A man with white hair - the whiteness reminds you of snow.
Yes he's in the winter of his life.

But with the finish of winter's coldness
In terms of the coldness of the body in death,
Comes the hope of Springtime.
Yes, they say Heaven is an eternal SPRING !!