Whispers of the Seasons

Whispers of the Seasons

Monsoon rain sings on the rooftops,

silver threads stitching earth to sky,

a lullaby of thunder and renewal,

where rivers dance and spirits fly.

A beautiful site to see,

Come out and play with me.

Summer unfolds its wonderland,

golden fields and laughter’s flame,

dreams bloom beneath the blazing sun,

each heartbeat brighter, none the same.

Everyday a mystery,

Something new to see.

Springtime scatters petals of hope,

soft rebirth in colors untold,

the world awakens with gentle grace,

a setting of green and gold.

Such beauty and grace,

For all to see.

Winter’s cold, a quiet embrace,

crystals crown the silent night,

yet in the frost, resilience grows,

a hidden fire, a guiding light.

Lights for all to see,

And to find there way

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Every season carries its own truth — rain to cleanse, sun to ignite, blossoms to renew, and frost to strengthen the soul.

Omatee Ann-Marie Hansraj

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