In the middle of our season
we wonder what and why
We toil within our efforts
not pleased with how we try
Something could’ve been better
than the way we gave our all
The decision at the time
was the only way we saw
Regret and hurt is hanging
over the head of human way
We start to judge ourselves
over the choice of yesterday
But like the leaves of Autumn
decaying memories must fall to ground
They must turn to dust one day
with no evidence to be found
This makes room for the coming season
where new growth will take its place
The budding wisdom upon our branches
we expect with urgent haste
We must be patient within our season
for everything has its time
The example can be witnessed
in seasons of His design
The sturdy rises to the sky
– A splendor nourished by decay –
learning from the things that made its ground
in another season in another day
Its ground is made of memories
and things that are no more
They nourish the tree of wisdom
where growth took place before
in a time when all we had
was the decision that we made
The choice that left us uneasy
The game with self we played
We have to let it go
and let the time be healed
like the falling leaf that withers
New life can be revealed
When the decay gives way to nourish
the developing way of new
we learn to embrace our season
We can accept what we once grew