Warmth unfolds where your fingers trace
Winter melts into gentler grace
Quiet soil wakes in golden bands
Stirred by the season that lives between your hands
Bare fields breathe in a trembling spark
Light breaks free from the weight of dark
Every frost learns the bloom it demands
Under the hush of the life in your hands
Soft winds gather in silver strands
Carrying secrets no heart withstands
Roots rise brave as the earth expands—
Time turns tender in the curve of your hands
Dreams take shape in a rising glow
Old wounds soften in undertow
What once withered begins to stand
Held by the warmth that answers your hands
World grows green where your shadows land
Skies lean close in a quiet stand
All four seasons obey your command—
Life is rewritten between your hands