The Dance of the Seasons
A hymn to the fleetingness of time

In a corner of the cosmos the seasons dance,
like soft melodies that caress hearts,
embroidering a tapestry of dreams and emotions,
weaving stories with divine reasons.
Spring arrives with its green mantle,
nature awakens, everything is reborn,
the fields are filled with life and boast,
and love blooms with sweet solace.
The fiery and passionate summer,
under a blue sky and eternal horizon,
laughter resounds, golden warmth,
reaping days of happy moments.
Autumn approaches, the breeze sighs,
fallen leaves cover the ground,
dancing colors, the landscape inspires,
and the wind whispers its most beautiful song.
Then comes the winter, with a white mantle,
everything is covered with snow and stillness,
the nights lengthen their enchanting embrace,
and time stands still in its attitude.
The immortal cycle, the dance persists,
an infinite dance on the stage,
life flows, time endures,
and each season leaves its legacy.
Oh, ephemeral journey of days and nights!
How we long to retain your charms!
But like shooting stars that are stripped away,
Eternity is hidden in the changes.
Thus, among the seasons that follow one after the other,
we learn the lesson of its cadence,
that time is fleeting and in it proceed,
our dreams, loves and existence.
We will forever dance with the seasons,
under the mantle of a starry sky,
discovering in its rhythm the reasons
of a universe in constant state.




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