In the whisper of the autumn breeze,
Leaves fall, painting the ground in gold.
Change is a gentle, inevitable muse,
Guiding life to stories yet untold.

Winter’s embrace, a quiet, still shroud,
Blankets the earth in silence profound.
Yet in the heart of the frozen cloud,
Hope whispers softly, without a sound.

Spring arrives with a vibrant bloom,
Awakening dreams beneath the soil.
Change unfurls in the sunlit room,
A tapestry of nature’s toil.

Summer sings with a radiant glow,
The world basks in warmth and light.
Hope dances in the winds that blow,
As day turns gently into night.