Seasons of Gratitude

Through the seasons we go, round and round we flow.

Spring arrives with flowers blooming, colors painting hills so green. Gentle winds are

softly moving, prettiest sight I've ever seen. Nature wakes from winter's dream,

and life returns to every tree. Every moment here has meaning, this is where

I'm meant to be. Seasons, turning round they go,

each one brings a different show. From the warmth to winter snow, through it all

we learn and grow. Seasons, changing year by year,

every moment drawing near. All the beauty crystal clear, grateful for the