In the garden of life, where moments bloom,

Each season paints its own unique plume.

Spring whispers of rebirth, of life anew,

With blossoms and birdsong, skies so blue.

Summer arrives in a blaze of gold,

With sunlight dancing, hearts uncontrolled.

The days grow long, the nights so warm,

In nature’s embrace, we find a calming balm.

Autumn’s palette, a tapestry of fire,

Leaves fall like dreams, desires inspire.

The air grows crisp, the harvest’s near,

In the rustling leaves, whispers we hear.

Then winter’s hush, a blanket of snow,

As the world slows down, in silence we go.