When the temperature begins to rise,
And the snow-caped mountains begin to melt,
Revealing the green buried beneath,
It whispers that a new season is near.

The lengthening of a child’s limbs,
The steadying of her gait,
The shift from cooing, to babble, to speech,
Tells us she is growing,
From infancy into childhood.

The deepening of the light,
The lengthening of shadows,
The moon and stars adorning the sky,
Announce that night is drawing near.

As a seedling grows and changes with time,
Stretching stems and leaves, bearing fruit,
Rooting deep into the soil,
Until it becomes an edifice towering above others,
So do we grow.

Day and night God created,
The sun to rule the day,
The moon to rule the night,
With stars and heavenly bodies set high,
to guide our steps
And mark the changing of seasons and time.

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens,” declares the Teacher:

A time to be born and a time to die,
A time to plant and a time to uproot,
A time to kill and a time to heal,
A time to tear down and a time to build,
A time to weep and a time to laugh,
A time to mourn and a time to dance,
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
A time to embrace and a time to refrain,
A time to search and a time to give up,
A time to keep and a time to throw away,
A time to tear and a time to mend,
A time to be silent and a time to speak,
A time to love and a time to hate,
A time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclessiastes 3:1-8 NIV

So, my darling,
Your time to dance, rejoice, and sing in victory will come.
For now, grow, let your roots sink deep and your stance be firm.
In season and out of season,
In Joy and pain, Patience and vexation, love and dissatisfaction,
Your moment to blossom, to burst forth in beauty, is almost here.
Shine on.

Xoxo,

Fayshally