Like fine friends whose company I crave,
I cherish the seasons, each one a wave;
Their unique characters, in colors they dress,
They shape my moods, some joy, some distress.

 

In winter's warm hug, the sun sets me free,
With hiking through dreams, wild as can be;
The heart, an enthusiast, reaching for light,
Wrapped in the comfort of long, cozy nights.

 

Oh, for summer mornings, and evenings so fair,
They stand by my side, with the daybreak to share;
The cool, whispering breeze sings tales from the past,
Of childhood’s sweet laughter, forever to last.

 

Under cloudless skies where stars blink and dance,
I frame them in wonder, lost in their trance;
A hobby that glimmers, a sight to behold,
In the tapestry woven, our stories unfold.

 

Then come the monsoons, with friends of delight,
Drenching my worries in laughter so bright;
Relief from the heat, those foes of the day,
As drizzles and downpours create music's play.

 

An orchestra’s rhythm, in nature's embrace,
Each drop is a note that finds its own place;
With heartfelt endeavors, those bosom friends bring,
A washing of sorrows, like birds on the wing.

 

These are a few friends I admire and keep,
Dear to my heart, in their visits so deep;
I welcome them warmly as they come to my door,
With tearful goodbyes, full of love and much more.

 

Their journeys retreat, yet I watch with delight,
A spectacle woven in the soft evening light;
Preparing for others, exciting, anew,
These cyclical meetings, a dance ever true.