Seasons of the weather
Seasons every year
Like the wind blows
in four directions
Different seasons will appear
Seasons of the heart however
Are seasons of the mind
They come without a warning no direction of any kind
They come and go whenever
Leaving you behind
Behind with different feelings
Such are seasons of the mind
Always listen to your calling
Giving meaning to it all
Then peacefulness will follow
Giving Innerpeace of mind
Innerpeace
most precious season
of them all.
Shell ✨🐚
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 9:03 AM UTC
Seasons of the weather
Seasons every year
Like the wind blows
in four directions
Different seasons will appear
Seasons of the heart however
Are seasons of the mind
They come without a warning no direction of any kind
They come and go whenever
Leaving you behind
Behind with different feelings
Such are seasons of the mind
Always listen to your calling
Giving meaning to it all
Then peacefulness will follow
Giving Innerpeace of mind
Innerpeace
most precious season
of them all.
Shell ✨🐚
