Seasons of the Soul

In the garden of the soul, where shadows intertwine with light,
There lies a path that winds through seasons, each with its own might.
Spring's tender hands, with gentle touch, awaken dreams that sleep,
Coaxing buried hopes to bloom, from depths so dark and deep.

Summer's fervor then takes hold, with days of endless sun,
Passions roar like raging fires, in this season, we become one.
Laughter dances in the air, and love feels boundless, free,
Yet in its heat, we sometimes find, the price of intensity.

Autumn whispers of change, with every falling leaf,
A tapestry of gold and red, bittersweet relief.
It teaches us to let go, to release what we've outgrown,
Reminding us that even in loss, we are never truly alone.

Winter's cloak, so cold and stark, lays heavy on the land,
But beneath its icy stillness, a quiet strength expands.
In the silence of the snow, we find a peace profound,
And in the darkest nights, the brightest stars are found.

So let us embrace each season, with all its pain and grace,
For in the cycle of the soul, each has its time and place.
Spring's promise, Summer's heat, Autumn's thoughtful pace,
And Winter's quietude, in this eternal dance, we trace.