Through summer’s green and autumn’s falling gold;
Through winter’s white which melts to blooms in May,
The graceful change of seasons we behold
As to my sister's house we wind our way.
The borrowed land above a yawning lake
Belies the weary world we've left behind,
And we, where Nature's briefly tamed, forsake
Our cares and slowly ease our worried minds.
It's no surprise this respite that we find
Is found at sister Kathy's house, for she,
No matter what, is welcoming and kind,
And always has a place for you and me.
Our seasons change, and colors fade away,
But not the constant love of sister K.