Seasoned Life Poem by Ima Ryma

I started life one Summer day.
I like the hot sun on my face,
And all the time outside to play,
Then Autumn time does come to grace
My senses with nature's fine art,
Leaving me always in such awe,
Making way for next Winter's part
Of snowy wonder, chilling raw,
Until the new and fresh of Spring,
Its message of rebirth to send.
Each year brings me four seasoning.
One season day my life will end.

Whether going through joy or strife,
I'm well four seasoned through my life.