seaSons

a time to die
a time for birth
a time for joy 
a time to cry

everything is a season
though nothing ever dies,
thought becomes reason
right before our eyes, 
for death is the illusion 
of life in disguise. 

a time to die
a time for birth
a time for joy
a time to cry

a time to smell,
to touch, to breathe 
a time to look, 
to love, to leave.

a time for a time.
to be here – now

a time to study
a time to teach,
to forget 
and remember,
a time to fast,
a time to feast,

to grasp and yield
a time for each.

by K. Osei