Seasons
Spring was a new beginning,
The days promised to grow longer
And we promised to do better
This time, unlike the last.
But while Nature grew fresh and fragrant
We disregarded the lessons
The previous seasons had taught us
And made the same mistakes
We had resolved not to make.
Summer was bright and cheery,
Perhaps overly so.
But it did drive aside
The darkness festering inside,
And cleared the cobwebs from our souls.
We breathed in life
And embraced the quirks that made us
…Us.
There was a song in the breezeAnd the world was a fairy tale come alive.
When monsoon clouds blocked out the Sun
And washed away the dirt from the leaves,
The trees rejoiced, we less so.
Until we stopped running from the rain
And embraced uncertainty.
We heard its music then
And could dance to its melodies.
Autumn spelled transition,
An infinite pause between two events.
The trees shed their russet leaves,
While we let go of negativity
And let the filters fall from our faces.
The squirrels found room
To store their berries,
While we made room in our hearts
To welcome in the change
That was yet to come.
By winter all the leaves had fallen.
The trees now wore cloaks of snow.
We wore different masks now
Than the ones we had started off with.
It was cold, and it was barren,
But the hope for a better year ahead
Kept our hearts warm.
For the cycle might repeat again,
But we could make different choices
In this next year.
And maybe it was foolish to dream
But if that was the major thing
Keeping us alive,
Then we would keep dreaming
For a better year.
For no one knows how many seasons
Each of us will get to see.
