Reason for Season

Reason for Season...

Do seasons weave a tale in life's simple design?

For some, they do, like chapters in a book's spine.

But why do seasons come and go, do you suppose,

Shifting moods, in a way that everyone knows?

Winter's chill, a snowy wonderland so bright,

Spring's blossoms, a burst of colors, pure delight.

Summer's heat, where passions burn and glow,

And in the fall's embrace, where do our dreams flow?

Do seasons sway our hearts, it's understood,

Or is it in our minds, where feelings are so good?

What's the reason for these seasons we embrace,

In life's familiar journey, where each one finds their place?