Everything has its season, so they said.
Indeed, everything has its season.
But, some somethings don't have a season.
You just need to put in some work.
And it comes out with patience.
But before you can succeed,
You must the laws guiding such theories and ideas.
An idea is birthed through imagination.
And the experiences of one's life.
Indeed, I have no issue with that.
In my opinion has nothing to do with this.
But yet, I acknowledge it in everything that I do.
For in every idea, there is a source.
And in every source, there is an origin and a beginning.
Things do not just happen on their own.
There is a reason for it.
There is a cause, that has caused it.
Seasons are great.
But they have their own time.
They exist on their own.
And there does not follow the time of man.
For they follow their timing.
Indeed, this poem is not about seasons or ideas.
There is a deeper meaning to it.
Do not read and enjoy the poem only.
Read and analyse,
So that, you can enjoy the BEAUTY in whole.