Seasons

In the cycle of time, where moments unfold,

There lies a rhythm, both ancient and bold.

Seasons' embrace, like a gentle hand,

In their changing dance, we understand.

In the warmth of spring, where flowers bloom bright,

And nature awakens from winter's night.

With each bud that bursts and each bird that sings,

In the promise of new life, hope springs.

In the heat of summer, where days stretch long,

And sunlight dances in nature's song.

With each ray that kisses and each breeze that sighs,

In the lazy days of summer's rise.

In the cool of autumn, where leaves dance free,

And colors blaze in the tapestry.

With each leaf that falls and each harvest moon,

In the bittersweet beauty of nature's tune.

In the chill of winter, where snowflakes fall,

And frost paints patterns on window's wall.

With each fire that crackles and each star that gleams,

In the quiet stillness of winter's dreams.

In the cycle of seasons, we find our place,

In their ever-changing, eternal embrace.

For in their rhythm, we find our rhyme,

In the dance of seasons, through space and time.

written by AI