Spring arrives with gentle grace,
Summer paints the world with light,
Autumn wears a golden face,
Winter wraps the earth in white.
Round and round the seasons turn,
Each one teaching what we need to learn,
In the cycle, we find peace,
As beginnings become endings, endings become release.
Time moves on, yet stays the same,
Each season plays its ancient game,
And we, like leaves upon the tree,
Dance with change eternally.