Seasons

Flowers bloom, life wakes anew, Fresh green grass and morning dew, Nature stirs, the cycle restarts, New rhythms beating in hopeful hearts. Skies of blue, the sun burns bright, Campfires glow in soft moonlight, Days stretch long in golden light, Warmth still lingers into night. Leaves drift down, the branches bare, Crisp, damp walks in autumn air, Time slows gently, earth turns mellow, A canvas of orange, brown, and yellow. Frosted mornings, lakes turn to ice, Snowflakes fall in silent nights, Cold still lingers, wrapped in mist, As winter leaves its frozen kiss. Seasons change, their beauty true, But none of them compare to you.