Seasons of the Soul
In the garden of our fleeting days,
A mighty tree once stood, ablaze,
With branches strong and leaves of green,
A testament to all it had seen.
The winds of youth, they whispered sweet,
Through boughs adorned, life felt complete.
Yet time, the unseen sculptor, sways,
And so begins the gentle fray.
As rustling leaves begin to fall,
We find ourselves amid it all.
The roar of storms that once felt small,
Now carve their stories, one and all.
So let us dwell in humble grounds,
Where kindness reigns and love abounds.
For seasons shift, and roles may change,
What once felt certain now feels strange.
With echoes of truth, we plant our seeds,
In the hearts of others, tending their needs.
For honour sown in the light of grace
Will bloom anew in a sacred space.
When shadows lengthen, and dusk draws near,
May we reflect on paths we steer.
For in this life’s ever-turning dance,
Let love be the legacy of our chance.
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