All the Year Through
The sun rises, as does the moon at dusk,
the days go from short to long and back again
we wake and we sleep and we dream
We begin we advance and we end
we work, we play, and we rest
We seek happiness and good fortune
we feel love and hate and compassion
The season's change, the air goes from crisp to warm to hot.
Holidays are celebrated with loved ones near and far,
be it in the flesh or only in the heart
All the year through.
We age in a world where things are moving so fast that we rarely slow down to enjoy our blessings. We grow in a time when the clocks tick off hours instead of seconds, many of which are spent on the run instead of in the comfort of our homes. We Love at a point in history when we've become accustomed to expressing that love at one season of the year. That saddens me, though I am guilty of it myself. I want everyone to know that I love them, not just now, but All the year through.