A Season of Change
Like leaves that bud, bloom, and fall, so too do our lives in endless cycles. As changing seasons paint the earth, find beauty in each moment before it fades.
By AshenPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

The autumn leaves are falling,
Crisp and bright, a golden dance.
Another season's calling,
Another cycle's chance.
The winter chill is creeping,
Fields lie calm, in slumber deep.
While the land is sleeping,
The heart begins to leap.
The spring sun is rising,
Melting snows in morning's glow.
All of nature harmonizing,
As through the soil, new roots grow.
The summer breeze is blowing,
Bearing scents of freedom's bliss.
The restless spirit knowing,
This too, shall pass, like all of this.
For time is always fleeting,
Each moment we must seize.
As seasons keep repeating,
Find meaning, joy and peace.
Change will come; it's guaranteed.
But in each phase may we find,
Beauty for the soul to feed,
If open is the mind.



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