Turning of seasons through

The wind changed softer sigh,

With golden poise, summer comes to an end.

And autumn paints the evening sky

With crimson leaves and cool embrace.

Fire has tinged the once-green fields,

The harvest moon gets higher.

A hush falls over hills entire,

The world prepares for colder time.

Then winter descends silently.

With crystal breath and silver thread.

The trees stand bare in stoic greet,

As snowdrifts hush the flower bed.

Yet spring will stir with waking light,

A bloom beneath the melting frost.

She spins the dark to morning bright,

Restoring all the cold had cost.

So round we turn, as nature spins,

In cycles deep and ever true.

Each end is the beginning of something new,

The world reborn in every hue.