The Cycle Of Days Poem by ashok jadhav

Spring arrives with trembling light and green,
A world reborn, yet fragile in its bloom.
Youth walks within its freshness, full of hope,
Uncertain, eager, dazzled by the sun.
The heart expands with every promised dawn,
Unknowing of the storms that time will bring.
Summer rises, strong and unabashed,
Its days long with the labor of the sun.
Adulthood moves with purpose, toil, and fire,
Each choice a weight that shapes the growing self.
The air is thick with yearning and with sweat,
And joy comes mingled with responsibility.
Autumn falls with leaves in golden flight,
Reflection deepens in the shortening light.
Middle years behold both harvest and decay,
And memory collects what action leaves behind.
We reckon what we planted, what we lost,
And trace the path that brought us to this dusk.
Winter follows, quiet, cold, and still,
Its white expanse a mirror to the soul.
Old age moves slow, and yet with dignity,
Each breath a gift, each step a testament.
The cycle closes, yielding to the earth,
Where life renews beyond our measured time.