Commit to the whispers of spring’s gentle breeze,
as winter’s chill fades, and blossoms tease.
Summer’s warmth vows to embrace,
Autumn’s hues promise a golden grace.
Each season pledges, in nature’s grand scheme,
To return with beauty, like a recurring dream.
Commit to the cycle, the endless dance,
Where every ending gives life another chance.
Seasons are forever, and so are lessons they teach.

Gorgeous, Reena. Brava!
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Thanks a ton, Eugi!
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My pleasure, Reena!
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Lovely poem.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re most welcome
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Beautiful, your poem is 😎
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Thank you, Diana!
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Welcome you are (didn’t realise the first Yoda answer) lol
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Beautiful. To everything there is a season. Turn, turn, turn.
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Thank you, D.Avery!
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Gorgeous Reena!!! 😊
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Thanks so much, Ami!
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You are most welcome! 😊
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