Cycles, seasons, reasons and lore
wash waves of lessons upon our shores
each day, decade our wisdom wakes
with each sound, sight, touch and taste.We learn, laugh, love and grow,
each time we stop to listen, to know
how to leap or when to root
flights of fancy turn blossoms to fruit.
Birthdays, holidays, all annual flares
may we warp humor with a wefts of care
to weave starts with stops, softs with bolds
do memories make, and glories foretold.