Only a Season

Sometimes when I am writing a poem in the ronka form, it just won’t fit into the little 7X5 box I created.
Here is one of those poems.

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Summer is only a season.
We teach,
and then we are gone.
What more can we do
but plant a few seeds
and hope for rain?

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