The Cycle of the Seasons

Spring arrives with tender grace, A blush of blooms adorns the land, Hope awakens, life renews, In each bud, a promise grand.

Summer paints the world in gold, With sun-kissed days and starlit nights, In laughter’s echo, joy unfolds, As warmth wraps all in gentle light.

Then comes the fall, a stage set right, With colors bold, a fiery dance, Leaves swirling down in crisp delight, Nature takes her last romance.

Winter, silent, cloaked in white, A stillness hangs, the world asleep, Yet in this quiet, life prepares, For spring to wake, the cycle deep.

• Torrenti Orazio