There’s a season to bear specific fruits. A time for everything.
A time to be born, a time to die.
A time to tear down, and a time to build.
A time to weep, a time to laugh.
A time to mourn, a time to dance.
A time to search, a time to give up.
A time to keep, a time to throw away.
A time to remain silent, a time to speak.
A time to love, a time to hate.