Rhythm of Seasons
Leaves are falling, whispering secrets,
on the front lawn, a blanket memories,
the trees sleep, their branches quiet,
in the quiet side of evening.
Winter is coming, quiet and cold,
no snow yet, just a chilly wind,
so the trees stay bare, their branches
praying up to the grey sky.
In the quiet of nature, I think,
as each leaf, once vibrant, now departs,
how the seasons are like life,
each with its own role and beauty.
Spring brings new hope,
summer is full of strong passions,
autumn is thoughtful, reflective, and wise,
winter whispers truths under the stars.
In this cycle, where endings blend into starts,
I see life’s journey and transformation,
from our first cry to our last breath,
like a leaf in the wind, a beat in the heart.
In the soft evening, I understand,
each season’s lesson, shaped by nature’s hand,
in their rhythm, I find my place,
in the grand design, simple, yet magnificent.
