"The Pain I Feel When Seasons Change"

 "The Pain I Feel When Seasons Change"

Each season brings its own gentle beat,

A rhythm that fills the heart so sweet.

In spring, the flowers bloom with grace,

Every moment feels like a warm embrace.

The fragrance of jasmine fills the air,

A scent of freshness everywhere.

The morning dew, the evening breeze,

Carry whispers of nature’s ease.

Spring holds a magic, soft and bright,

A world bathed in colors, pure delight.

With every petal, a new hope grows,

But then, as if the season knows,

Spring fades away, a bittersweet sigh,

And with it, the joy begins to die.

The blossoms fall, the warmth retreats,

And I am left with longing, incomplete.

Then summer comes with its fierce heat,

The scorching sun, the sweat-soaked streets.

But still, there's something in the air,

A vibrant life, a warmth to share.

The smell of salt, the taste of lime,

The summer sun, the endless time.

But as the heat grows too intense,

I feel a shift, a growing sense.

The crispness of fall begins to creep,

With cool winds, and shadows deep.

The leaves turn gold, the air turns cold,

But with each leaf, a story is told.

Autumn arrives with its own sweet grace,

But there’s something missing, I can’t replace.

The richness of colors, the fading sound,

As nature settles, slowly unwound.

The breeze is crisp, the days grow short,

But in my heart, there’s a longing, a retort.

For though the beauty of fall remains,

It’s the change of seasons that causes pains.

Then winter arrives, with its chill embrace,

Snowflakes falling, a frosty trace.

The air turns sharp, the silence loud,

As winter wraps its icy shroud.

The smell of pine, the warmth of tea,

A peaceful quiet, yet I can’t be free.

For in the stillness of the snow,

I miss the warmth that used to glow.

With every season, a bond I build,

A connection so strong, a heart fulfilled.

But as the season fades away,

A piece of me begins to stray.

I grow attached to each season’s grace,

The colors, the scents, the quiet embrace.

But when they leave, I feel the pain,

The loss of what was once mine to gain.

Spring’s soft touch, summer’s fire,

Autumn’s hues, winter’s choir.

Each season carries its own sweet tune,

But they pass too fast, like the fleeting moon.

I feel the ache when they slip away,

When each season has had its day.

The taste, the smell, the warmth, the cold,

All these memories, now growing old.

Why does it hurt when the seasons change?

Why does it feel like life is strange?

Perhaps it’s the bond that we form,

With the seasons that keep us warm.

But when they shift, and fade from view,

I feel like I’ve lost something true.

Like a friend who’s gone, leaving a hole,

A piece of my heart, a part of my soul.

Yet, each change brings its own delight,

New experiences, a different light.

But still, I ache for what is lost,

For the seasons that come at such a cost.

The pain is real, yet I understand,

That life’s beauty lies in the shifting sand.

Seasons change, and we must grow,

But it’s the letting go that makes it slow.

I miss the scent of spring’s fresh air,

The taste of summer, warm and fair.

Autumn’s cool breeze, winter’s calm,

All these moments feel like a balm.

But as the seasons change and pass,

I realize they’re part of life’s vast glass.

Each one leaves a mark, a story to tell,

A memory that I carry well.

So, I let go, though the pain remains,

For every season brings its gains.

The heart may ache, but it will heal,

As each new season brings its feel.

And though I miss the ones I knew,

I wait for the new to come into view.

For every season has its place,

In the journey of life, at its own pace.

The pain of change is bittersweet,

But in each new season, life’s heartbeat.

I’ll cherish the memories, let them stay,

And embrace what comes with the changing day.