The Seasons' Dance.

The seasons turn, a timeless waltz,
With whispers soft, with nature's pulse.
A story told in colors bright,
In shadows deep and golden light.

Winter’s Reign
The earth sleeps sound, wrapped in frost,
A frozen kingdom, silence tossed.
Snowflakes fall, like whispered dreams,
On fields and forests, quiet streams.

The trees stand bare, their branches bold,
As winter’s breath turns warm to cold.
Beneath the ice, a secret hum,
For winter knows that spring will come.

The stars burn clear in darkest skies,
As frost-kissed air makes breath rise.
All creatures nestle, tucked away,
Waiting for the break of day.

The world seems still, but life remains,
In every root, in veins of veins.
The winter moon, so cold and high,
Watches as the seasons sigh.

Spring’s Awakening
Then comes the dawn, a soft embrace,
The thawing earth, a gentle grace.
The rivers swell with melted snow,
The trees begin their buds to show.

The flowers rise, new life is seen,
In every shade of tender green.
The air is warm, the breeze is light,
And with it, hope takes its flight.

Birds return, their songs arise,
A melody beneath the skies.
In every corner, life renews,
In every seed, the morning dew.

The days grow long, the nights grow brief,
As spring unlocks each latent leaf.
The world, once quiet, starts to sing,
For spring has come on softened wing.

Summer’s Fire
Then summer blazes, bold and bright,
With golden days and endless light.
The fields are full, the gardens bloom,
Each flower exudes a sweet perfume.

The sun sits high, a fiery crown,
Its rays beat down on every town.
The skies are blue, with clouds so few,
The air is thick with life anew.

Children laugh in waters cool,
Frolic in the summer pool.
The forests hum, the crickets call,
While fireflies light the evening ball.

The fruits are ripe, the earth is full,
With summer's pull, the heart is lulled.
But in the warmth, a subtle shift,
The winds of change begin to lift.

Autumn’s Song
The leaves turn gold, then red, then brown,
And autumn comes with her soft crown.
The air turns crisp, the winds blow free,
As nature writes her elegy.

The harvest comes, the fields laid bare,
With every fruit, with every care.
The world prepares for slumber deep,
For winter’s cold and quiet sleep.

The leaves fall soft, they dance, they play,
On autumn’s breath, they fly away.
The skies grow dim, the shadows tall,
As autumn’s voice begins to call.

The fires burn warm, the hearths aglow,
As autumn whispers sweet and low.
It’s time to rest, it’s time to slow,
Before the coming winter snow.

The Cycle Turns
And so, the seasons, ever round,
They weave their dance upon the ground.
Each one a song, each one a rhyme,
A testament to nature’s time.

Winter, spring, and summer’s gleam,
Autumn’s soft, reflective dream.
Each one a chapter, ever new,
A cycle old, yet fresh and true.

The change of seasons, nature’s grace,
A mirror of the human race.
For in our lives, the seasons turn,
With each we grow, with each we learn.

In winter’s cold, we find our strength,
In spring, we stretch, we grow in length.
In summer’s heat, we laugh, we play,
In autumn’s rest, we find our way.

The change of seasons, ever true,
Reminds us life is born anew.
Each end a start, each fall a rise,
A constant cycle, earth’s reprise.

Embrace the Change
So let the seasons come and go,
Let rivers freeze and melt and flow.
For in their change, we find our place,
A rhythm, slow, a measured pace.

Embrace the winter’s quiet calm,
The springtime’s tender, soothing balm.
Dance in the summer’s blazing heat,
Rest in the autumn, cool and sweet.

The seasons teach, if we but hear,
That change is nothing we should fear.
For in the turning, life remains,
In every loss, a newness gains.

So let us walk, with open heart,
Through every season, every part.
For in the turning, we find grace,
In every season’s quiet space.

The Eternal Dance
The seasons turn, a dance of time,
A poem sung, a silent rhyme.
Through winter’s frost, through summer’s flame,
Each one a step within the same.

The earth, it knows this gentle spin,
The way to lose, the way to win.
And in its rhythm, we find peace,
A gentle cycle, never cease.

So when the winter winds may howl,
And summer’s sun begins to scowl,
Remember this: the change will come,
The seasons turn, a beating drum.

For in their turning, we are found,
In every leaf upon the ground.
The seasons change, but life is whole,
A constant rhy
thm in our soul.

Let winter, spring, and summer pass,
As autumn leaves a trail of brass.
For in the dance, the world renews,
In every season, in every hue.