The Seasons

Spring, a tender promise, akens the earth, a soft kiss of rebirth, with each bud unfurling, a song of hope.

Summer comes, ablaze, a vibrant laughter, colors exploding, breath painted in warmth, a celebration of life.

Fall recalls the journey, a mellow whisper, where each leaf lets go, transforms, a reminder of beauty in the fleeting.

Winter wraps us, with a shroud of silence, a time for reflection, when nature sleeps, waiting for the return of the song, the warmth.

So goes the dance of the seasons, a rhythm of existence, a call to remember, that we too are part of this wondrous cycle.

• Bertolt Brecht