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| The Symphony of Seasons |
Beneath the arch of the endless sky,
The seasons waltz as time drifts by.
Each in turn, with its hue and song,
Weaves a story, deep and long.
Spring awakens with a gentle sigh,
Whispering life where cold did lie.
Blossoms burst in a tender embrace,
Painting the earth with a delicate grace.
Streams hum softly, fields turn green,
A tender promise, fresh and serene.
Summer strides with a fiery heart,
The days stretch wide, the nights depart.
Golden beams on fields of grain,
Joyful dances in warm, sweet rain.
The air is heavy with laughter and bloom,
An endless feast, no trace of gloom.
Autumn arrives in a cloak of fire,
Leaves cascading as they tire.
Amber and crimson drape the trees,
A whispered farewell in the cooling breeze.
The harvest sings of labor’s reward,
A moment to rest, to thank, to hoard.
Winter descends in a shroud of white,
A crystalline calm, a hushed delight.
The world slows down, a deep reprieve,
Nature sleeps as we dream and believe.
Frosted stars on windowpanes gleam,
A quiet pause, a timeless dream.
The skies, they change in their fleeting hue,
From dawn’s blush to midnight’s blue.
Clouds roll in like thoughts untamed,
Shifting shapes, never the same.
The heavens mirror the seasons’ play,
Guiding us gently, day by day.
Winds whisper tales of the turning year,
Carrying echoes far and near.
Spring’s tender breath, Summer’s bold cheer,
Autumn’s sigh, Winter’s tear.
Each breeze a messenger, soft or wild,
Of nature’s wisdom, pure and unfiled.
The rivers flow through seasons’ embrace,
Their murmurs timeless, their journeys trace.
Spring’s rush, Summer’s sparkling glide,
Autumn’s calm, Winter’s icy pride.
They sing of time in ceaseless streams,
Of life’s great cycle and fleeting dreams.
Oh seasons, teach us your ancient lore,
That change is constant, yet offers more.
With every turn, a gift bestowed,
A path to walk, a seed to sow.
In your endless dance, we find our place,
A fleeting spark in time’s vast space.
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