The cycle of seasons begins with spring;
Flowers, songs, and rebirth it brings.
These short months of love and beauty
Ends too soon, but as is duty
Comes the months of summer and light
With long days, but starry, starry nights.
As the summer begins to set
The colors of autumn are finally met;
But the brightness is quite misleading
For beneath it hides its one true meaning.
The season of winter is finally brought
And within, falls meaning we are thus caught.
But in death and darkness, hope still shines
For the light of spring will soon be mine.
