Growing Through the Seasons

The clock ticks loud but the world feels still, a quiet moment

on the windowsill. Leaves have fallen, the year has flown. What have we

planted? What have we grown? Did we hold on to the

light? Did we chase the stars at night? We stumbled,

we rose, we learned to fly. Held our hearts up

to the sky. Through the storms, through the glow, we'll keep growing, don't you know?

The rain once poured but it washed us clean. Dreams were whispers, now they're seen.

A path unwinds where we've yet to tread. Each step forward,