#WritcoPoemPrompt39
Changing seasons hark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning...
Like the crickets who chirp merrily on a dull evening.

Blessed with gifts of nature;
We see the world where everyone is ushered.
No one ready to stop for a while;
All are busy making a dime.
Always trying to get ahead of time.
Carrying a burden of...