The Change of Seasons

It is Spring, the seasonal tide of sowing.

I am calling for the flowers

By planting the seeds…

A changing of seasons…

 

It is Summer, the seasonal tide of growing.

I am waiting for the fruits

And removing the weeds…

A changing of seasons…

 

It is Fall, the seasonal tide of reaping.

I am praying for light showers

With harvest and singing…

A changing of seasons…

 

It is Winter, the seasonal tide of sleeping.

I am returning to my roots

To search for the meaning

And to find the reason…