In winter’s grip, I lost my way,
A frozen heart, a sky of gray.
But deep beneath the ice and stone,
A quiet strength began to grow.

Then spring arrived on softened ground,
With buds of hope and birdsong sounds.
I bloomed in colors I’d never known,
From pain; a brighter self was sown.

The summer sun lit up my face,
I danced with joy in open space.
With every heatwave, storm, and breeze,
I learned to love with deeper ease.

And autumn breathed, “Let go" with grace,
Some dreams were never yours to chase.
In golden loss, I found my truth,
There’s beauty in outgrowing youth.

Even storms that split my skies
Left clearer light behind goodbyes.
Through every turn, between sky and sea,
The seasons shape the soul of me.