The Dance of Seasons

In a grand ballroom where the earth spins round,
Four seasons gather, their beauty unbound,
Each one a dancer, with grace in their stride,
In a timeless ballet, where change is their guide.

Spring, the first, with a blush on her cheek,
In blossoms and laughter, her spirit is sleek,
She twirls through the meadows, a painter of green,
Awakening life from its slumbering dream.

With a gentle caress, she whispers to trees,
“Unfurl your soft leaves, let the world feel the breeze,”
Her laughter is light, like the song of a brook,
In her vibrant embrace, every heart is forsook.

Then comes Summer, bold in her golden attire,
With sun-kissed skin glowing, she dances with fire,
Her laughter is thunder, her joy a bright flare,
As she spins through the fields, with wildflowers in hair.

“Let’s revel in warmth, let the days stretch and sway,
With picnics and starlight, let’s savor the play,”
She beckons the children to run and to roam,
In her radiant arms, they find their true home.

But soon, Autumn arrives, with a rustle and sigh,
In a cloak of rich colors, she bids summer goodbye,
With a graceful pirouette, she scatters her leaves,
Painting the landscape, as the world gently grieves.

“Gather the harvest, let’s celebrate change,
For life is a cycle, and nothing’s too strange,”
Her voice is a whisper, a soft, soothing song,
As she prepares the earth for the winter’s long throng.

Finally, Winter glides in, serene and profound,
In a gown made of silence, where stillness is found,
With a breath of cold air, she blankets the ground,
In her crystalline beauty, a hush all around.

“Rest now, dear earth, in my tranquil embrace,
For beneath the white surface, life finds its place,”
Her dance is a lullaby, gentle and slow,
As she cradles the world in a soft, frosty glow.

And so, they entwine in a rhythm divine,
The dance of the seasons, a cycle, a line,
Each one a reminder of life’s ebb and flow,
In the tapestry woven, where all things must grow.

For in every transition, a lesson is spun,
That change is a blessing, a journey begun,
In the dance of the seasons, we find our own way,
Embracing the beauty of each passing day.

- Khushi Kaul