The Dance of Seasons

The Dance of Seasons

The world turns slow, yet swift it feels,

Each season spins its fleeting reels.

From winter’s hush to summer’s blaze,

A timeless waltz, a shifting maze.

Beneath the frost, the earth lies still,

A silver cloak on vale and hill.

The trees stand bare, their branches stark,

While stars alight the velvet dark.

Then comes the thaw, a whispered call,

Spring awakens, soft and small.

Blossoms burst with colors bright,

The world exhales in gentle light.

Summer strides in, bold and free,

A canvas rich with greenery.

The sun ascends, its golden glow,

As rivers gleam and wild winds blow.

Autumn whispers, soft and deep,

A russet tide begins to seep.

Leaves cascade in fiery showers,

Marking time with fading hours.

Each passing phase, a tale profound,

A melody of sight and sound.

Through cycles vast, we stand in awe,

At nature's rhythm, its ancient law.

The seasons turn, a ceaseless dance,

A timeless tale of life's romance.

We watch, we feel, we live, we learn,

As winter waits for spring’s return.

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