Fleeting Seasons

In summer's blaze, we yearn for autumn's kiss,
The crisp of leaves, a welcome cool release.
Yet when fall's hues fade to winter's abyss,
We long for warmth, for sunlight's gentle peace.

And as winter's chill grips heart and soul,
We dream of spring, of blossoms yet unfurled.
But springtime's bloom soon gives way to summer's toll,
And once more, we yearn for a changing world.

Thus turns the wheel, each season wished away,
In restless hearts that crave what is to be.
Yet in life's twilight, as memories hold sway,
We yearn for moments lost, for time's decree.

For youth's swift flight, once scorned, now brings regret,
Each wasted hour a treasure cast aside.
Oh, let us learn, before the sun has set,
To cherish every season, every tide.

For in the present lies the purest joy,
A gift to savor, not to wish away.
So let us find contentment, not employ
Our hearts in longing for another day.

For time, once gone, can never be reclaimed,
And every season holds its fleeting grace.
Let us not hasten, lest we be ashamed,
To find life's beauty vanished without trace.