The Seasons of Self

Through spring’s bloom and winter’s chill,
Summer’s heat and autumn’s spill,
Faces come and faces go,
Like leaves that dance and seeds that sow.

In youth’s bright dawn, friends gather near,
Laughter echoes, bonds seem clear.
But as the sun climbs higher still,
Some drift away beyond the hill.

Midday brings loves and passions strong,
Partners join life’s vibrant song.
Yet some may fade as shadows grow,
Leaving only afterglow.

As evening paints the sky in gold,
New connections, young and old,
Enrich our days with wisdom’s light,
Before they too slip into night.

But through each season’s ebb and flow,
One presence stays, both high and low.
The self remains, a steady core,
Observing all that’s gone before.

It weathers storms and basks in sun,
Learns and grows as seasons run.
A constant thread through time’s vast weave,
The self we nurture, lose, retrieve.

So as we journey, year to year,
With those who come and disappear,
Remember this truth, simple, clear:
You are the one who’s always here.