You cannot judge a tree
By only one season.
The essence of which they are
And the pleastre, joy, and love
That comes from the life
Can only be measured at the end,
when al the seasons are up.
If you give up when it’s winter,
You will miss the promise of spring,
The beauty of summer,
And the ful?llment of your fall.
Don't let the pain of one season destroy
The joy of all the rest.