Beneath shifting stars, the seasons entwine—
Time’s spiral staircase, both mortal and divine.
Life flickers and fades in patterns unseen,
Ever in search of the secrets between.

Spring breathes life into the waking earth,
Soft buds unfurl, a vibrant birth.
Petals scatter hope on gentle breeze,
As sunlight dapples through sprouting trees.

Sand sifts softly through fate’s fractured glass,
Moments flare briefly, like embers, then pass.
Each grain a lantern, aglow in the gloom,
Mapping our passage from cradle to tomb.

Summer ignites with a jubilant blaze,
Sunlight and laughter spill over long days.
Yet whispers of autumn temper warm rays,
As seasons spin stories in time’s ancient ways.

Fall stains the hillsides in sunfire’s last throes,
As hushed silence descends and Earth’s heartbeat slows.
Leaves drift down gently in a swirling dance,
As Autumn expires before winter’s advance.

Winter exhales with a crystalline sigh,
Blanketing fields in a shush from the sky.
Dreams burrow deep under silver-veined night,
Yearning for thaw and the promise of light.

So spins the cycle, the seasons’ refrain—
Life weaving starlight from sorrow and rain.
From blossom to fading, each heartbeat a chance
To waltz through the wonder of time’s endless trance.