Seasons of the Heart

When morning breaks with gentle light,
The world awakens, pure and bright.
The heart begins to sing again,
Like rivers flowing after rain.

But shadows fall, as nights descend,
Reminding us that storms won’t end.
The sky may darken, winds may tear,
Yet hope is always hidden there.

Every heartbeat tells a story,
Joy and pain weave threads of glory.
Through the silence, through the sound,
Every loss is wisdom found.

These are the seasons of the heart,
Each one a canvas, each a start.
Winter’s cold, yet spring will bloom,
Summer’s fire, autumn’s tune.
Don’t be afraid when the dark arrives,
It only proves the light survives.
Through every season, near or far,
Love is the anchor of who we are.

A gentle tear can cleanse the soul,
Like falling rain that makes us whole.
The bitter night can teach us grace,
The morning sun will take its place.

No season lingers, all must go,
Like tides that come and tides that flow.
And every change, though hard to see,
Will shape the heart’s eternity.

Every scar’s a painted line,
Proof the soul has learned to shine.
Every sorrow, every flame,
Leads us back to love again.

These are the seasons of the heart,
Each one a canvas, each a start.
Winter’s cold, yet spring will bloom,
Summer’s fire, autumn’s tune.
Don’t be afraid when the dark arrives,
It only proves the light survives.
Through every season, near or far,
Love is the anchor of who we are.

Let the storm winds scream and cry,
Still the stars will paint the sky.
Even when the branches bend,
The roots will find their strength again.

Time will turn, and hearts will grow,
Through icy fields, through fire’s glow.
Every ending holds a key,
To open doors of destiny.

These are the seasons of the heart,
Each one a canvas, each a start.
Winter’s cold, yet spring will bloom,
Summer’s fire, autumn’s tune.
Don’t be afraid when the dark arrives,
It only proves the light survives.
Through every season, near or far,
Love is the anchor of who we are.

These are the seasons of the heart,
Each one a canvas, each a start.
Winter’s chill and summer’s flame,
Autumn’s change, spring’s gentle rain.
So when you’re lost and torn apart,
Remember the seasons of the heart.
Through every trial, through every scar,
Love will remind you who you are.