The Seasons

Life whispers softly, like winds that sigh,

Carrying stories of days gone by.

Moments unfold like petals in bloom,

Yet some fade fast, swallowed by gloom.

We crave the comfort of things that stay,

Yet growth demands we shift away.

For roots to deepen, branches must bend,

And every beginning requires an end.

The child who danced with careless feet,

Now faces storms that rage and beat.

Tears once feared now cleanse the soil,

Where seeds of courage replace the toil.

Change arrives cloaked in quiet disguise,

A whisper first, then a crashing tide.

It rips away what we held so tight,

Yet leaves behind a stronger light.

The friendships lost, the lovers that fade,

The old routines that gently decayed—

All left space for something more:

New faces, new dreams, new paths to explore.

Growth is born in moments of pain,

When silence lingers and shadows remain.

But through the dark, we learn to see,

That scars hold maps to what we can be.

You will outgrow the walls you know,

Like vines that crack through stone to show

That strength was never just staying still—

It’s bending, reaching, and climbing uphill.

The job you lost, the dream that fell,

They whisper lessons you learn so well:

That endings are not where hope must cease,

But doorways to newfound peace.

The mirror reflects what you once feared,

But change has shaped the face that appeared.

Lines etched deep from laughter and cries,

Prove you've soared, stumbled, yet still you rise.

So let the seasons twist and turn,

Let comfort burn so you may learn.

Embrace the chaos, the shifting sands,

For growth is forged by fearless hands.

You are not who you were before,

But stronger, wiser, and destined for more.

Change is not the end of your story—

It’s the brushstroke painting you in glory.

So bloom, break, rebuild, and climb,

For each fall is a step toward the climb.

With courage, with love, with endless fight—

You are becoming your brightest light.