by Lovia Larkin

Created on: May 04, 2009

The seed planted erupts, sprouts and bursts from the ground searching for warmth and light, the tender shoots rapidly grow. This period of growth is accelerated, but is then followed by a time of strengthening until its radiance is brought forth in a beautiful bouquet. Then as the blossoms die they are replaced by the fruit and the succulent life giving nutrients are given and the cycle begins to renew. This fruit begins its own circle of renewal as it seeds. Winter, when all is cold and grey, the plant again returns to the soil from where it began.

Like the changing seasons so goes the way of our life; from birth to death nature is the narrator to our existence and the preamble of our demise. Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall; each like a passage from our book of life. Seasons within seasons of change and of life.

The beginning of our life starts so small and minute a seed really that implants itself in the fertile soil of a mothers womb where it incubates and grows thrives with life and then sprouts into this reality we call life. The child rapidly grows it sprouts wild and strong. With gangly arms and legs, the body that doesn't just quite seem to mesh it grows wild and free.

As the growth progression slows and then stops, like summer we grow strong and weather the storms and droughts to become mature and bloom with magnificent colors. There is constant activity about the blooms where bees and bugs suck the sweet nectar and deliver the pollen about. The strength and beauty of the person comes to the forefront and we progress into young adults and maturity brings a recycling as the dance of life begins anew to repeat itself. We grow, we love, and we begin our family.

As the summer begins to wane, from the life of the flowers comes the fruit. Slowly pushing forth budding and bursting into savory sweet experiences as we raise and nurture our own children. The fall brings warms days of delight basking in the sun to the beginning frost that sets limbs to weaken and our backs to bend. We have run through the springtime showers, bloomed like flowers and bore our fruit, which will in turn begin new life. As the frost sets in and we wither we begin to end just like fall and into the winter.

Winter with its blanket of white, clouds blocking the warmth of the sun. We are old and it is cold; slowly the nutrients stop circulating, the light grows dim and finally it is we who end in the soft snowfall of our years. We dwindle down and return to the earth from where we sprang. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

The cycle continues with the spring, like with the generations of mankind. We begin, grow quickly, strengthen and mature, wither and die and our legacy rests with the seeds we created to continue in a new spring.

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