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 ✨🐚