Summer Fruit

How beautiful the summer fruit,

Born from the buds of spring,
But it takes autumn’s crisp, cold winds,
Their full flavor to bring.
 
Do not lament that, in your youth,
You did such foolish things
That still, in your antiquity,
Shameful memory clings.
 
For we are like that summer fruit
That ripens on the tree.
It takes the seasons’ complete march
To reach maturity.
 
And we are meant to bloom in Youth
And grow through summer’s heat
Until, at last, autumn’s chill winds
Teach us that life is sweet.
 
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,