Silhouettes of Seasons

Upon the canvas of the year, in silent grace,
Seasons paint with tender strokes, each in its place.
Spring's tender whispers, blooming 'neath the sun's embrace,
Summer's bold laughter, in verdant fields we chase.

Autumn's palette spills, in gold and crimson hues,
Winter's quietude, beneath the moon's soft muse.
Each cycle, a story, of time's relentless flows,
Silhouettes of seasons, in their perpetual throes.

In these changing scenes, our lives do intertwine,
Echoes of the past, in the present, align.
Nature's fleeting dance, a mirror to our own,
In its rhythm, the beauty of existence shown.