Song of Seasons
O changing seasons, weaving colors through the land,
You teach the heart to rise and fall at your command.
Autumn descends, scattering gold upon the ground,
A quiet hymn of time, in drifting leaves, is found.
Winter approaches with its lantern made of frost,
Yet in its stillness sings of nothing ever lost.
Spring breaks the silence with a trembling, tender green,
Life waking softly where the colder winds have been.
Summer arrives crowned in the laughter of the sun,
Turning each field to fire until the day is done.
O wheel of time, you turn, and we turn in your flow;
Teach us to change with grace, wherever we may go.
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