Essence Of Life

I see the tiny rose bud,
Open its eyes on my window sill;
Promising a glorious red,
As it fully flowers still.

Beings young and sweet,
In the glorious spring of life;
Harbingers of things great,
After many a hazardous strife.

Spring is followed by summer,
And summer by autumn red;
Autumn gives way to snowy winter,
And so is it with life truly led.

Amidst all comes along a being,
Tanned in warm summer early;
Without any dreams of seeing,
Brown leaves of autumn lovely.

The end of the road is in sight,
But no regrets left behind;
It has been a life truly bright,
And one oh so fully lived!