"Seasons" - Bahamas AI Art
©A. Derek Catalano
Seasons Come and Seasons Go
The morning wakes with crisp and golden light,
As winter yields its long, unyielding night.
The frozen earth begins to soften deep,
And stirs the silent seeds from heavy sleep.
A sudden green ignites the barren hill,
Where dancing rivers shake the icy chill.
The cherry blossoms dress the wooden bough,
A promise whispered to the field and plow.
The morning mist retreats before the sun,
A declaration that the spring’s begun.
For seasons come and seasons always go,
The constant rhythm that the woodlands know.
And so it is within the human heart,
Where hidden blooms and sudden healings start.
We break the frost of sorrow and of pain,
To find our spirits drinking in the rain.
A youth of wonder, innocent and bright,
Steps forward boldly in the growing light.
We find our footing in the warming soil,
With eyes of hope and hands prepared to toil.
Then comes the summer, fierce and full of fire,
A blazing canopy of high desire.
The fields are heavy with the growing grain,
And thunder clouds bring rich, dramatic rain.
The days stretch out, magnificent and long,
The forest rings with cricket, bird, and song.
The rivers swell, the oceans kiss the sand,
As vibrant abundance floods across the land.
The fruit is ripe, the heavy branches bend,
In wealth that feels as though it cannot end.
