The Seasons

Each season brings a tale to tell,
In nature’s rhythm, all is well;
With spring’s fresh blooms and the summer’s heat,
Autumn’s crispness beneath our feet.

Winter comes with its cloak of white,
A peaceful pause, the world is bright;
Yet burdens of time we gently bear,
In harmony with nature, she lays us bare.

For in every cycle, we grow and change,
Embracing the wild, the beautiful range;
So let us celebrate life’s endless flow,
In the symphony of seasons that forever grow.

• E J Brady