When the clouds build and the sky turns to falling rain, Teacher why is that so?
My young pupil, that is so the seeds of beauty and the flowers can grow.

Then Teacher, why is it the tide carries away the sand?
My young pupil, that is to remove the old so life can begin again.

Well Teacher, how is it that two people can fall in Love?
My young pupil, that is a gift from heaven sent upon the wings of a Snow white dove.

So Teacher, any action has a purpose, each thing a reason?
Yes my pupil, for God said that for everything there is a season.