There is a season of quiet,
No one here and no one there
All voices blur in echoes
All counsel lost in silence
And a soul wonders lonely
There is a season of emptiness
No thought here and no thought there
All visions blur in recollection
All missions lost in completion
And a soul wonders lost
There is a season of companionship
Someone here and someone there
All voices loud and resounding
All counsel found and in abundance
And a soul glides in heartiness
There is a season of abundance
An over thought here and another there
All visions clear in memory
All missions well on target
And a soul if found
There is a season.
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