Calendar turned without rush
Old leaves whispered through the hush
Not every season marks the air—
Some emerge from inner care
Summer warms a winter chest
Autumn lives in spring at rest
Hearts do not obey the sky
Seasons shift from deep inside
Cold becomes a tender sheath
Heat arrives with quiet teeth
Every mood a sacred land
Every phase a guiding hand
Carry seasons in your chest
Grow by rhythm not by test
Life does not demand one hue—
All four live and breathe in you