There Is A Reason, In Every Season Poem by john (called jack) wren

Spring has gone with silent tongue
And left her with no doting young,
Eyes filled with tears are shed
Across her face they gently tread
A grieving weeping misted cloud,
Holds her tightly in a shroud,
Hiding the breaking heart,
That is tearing her apart.
Is her gloom so unsurpassed
Is a heart eased, when tears are cast?
Oh! to remember former things
Like being touched, by little wings,
And watch them romp about in play
Until the day they are cast away.
The sun rises, the sun goes down
The Cally Lake holds to her frown,
In every thing there is a reason
Under God's heaven, in every season.