Summer Is All Done

Summer is all done
and autumn there too,
every flower is gone
into a seed to renew.
Days are coming in dark
with the wintry roses blue,
in frosty and coldness spark
they are in beauty true.

Spring is for the newborn
that grows up to a maybe,
into futures and its morn
that might become a tree.
There are no answers there
you haven't heard before,
but they are there to share
and giving seeds to more.

What has been said untold
you must read between the line,
each comprehend might hold
what hard is there to define.
Remember with each daisy
there are colors beautiful,
and there you come to see
that life is full not dull.