The Rhyme and the Reason

 There's a rhyme and a reason for every season,
in the continuum of life. 

People come and go like the ebb and flow of the river.
We can see the fruits of our labor clearer,

after Mother Nature's gestation period. Flowers bloom.

Synonymously, her babies leave the womb.  This is Life.

Photograph by Sage Ross

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