With every changing season
The sky has seemed to say
Lift your thoughts toward heaven
Come and fly away
Through life there is a beckon
Toward a final flight
The seasons are preparing
A change from faith to sight
And then one day it can be heard
Seems nature hears it too
The time has come to journey
To a place prepared for you
Rising toward the cloudless day
On gentle winds to glide
Toward that final season
Where eternity abides
Sherrie Bradley Neal
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