Changing seasons, changing souls

The autumn leaves drift, gold and bright,

Whispers of change in fading light.

Like rustling winds that call my name,

I shed my past, no soul the same.

Winter wraps the world in white,

A frozen hush, a silent night.

Yet in the cold, I start to see,

Even in loss, there’s growth in me.

Spring arrives on petals light,

Hope reborn in colors bright.

With every bloom, my heart revives,

A spirit waking, dreams alive.

Then summer sings in golden hue,

The sunlit days, the skies so blue.

Yet warmth won’t last, the tides will turn,

And once again, my soul will learn.

For time moves on, the old must fade,

And in its place, new selves are made.

Like seasons shift, so do we grow,

Through sun and storm, through joy and woe.