Seasons change and weather pain
Yet love for you, oh my lord has ever gained
Snowed has the water over the panes
Yet these is no gained without a little pain
Autumn depresses as leaves die at end
Yet trials of our efforts never ever end
Rains ring thy wetness as you wait in pain
Yet cried we have oceans, away we are in vain
Spring in the air beckons love to behold
As our efforts bear fruits as you we behold.
- Dr. Hira