Spring wakes the heart with green, unguarded dreams,
A tender hope that trusts the world's embrace;
Summer burns bright with fierce and restless schemes,
Its golden hours too swift for us to trace.
Autumn teaches the grace of letting go,
In falling leaves, the art of quiet release;
Winter stands still, where loss and wisdom grow—
Till spring returns, and life begins in peace.
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