Every season,
Brings its own mission,Â
To pursueÂ
An unending trail,
With mountains,Â
And fields,Â
And open space.
Weaving and turning,
As we find our compass Â
To carve the way.
Pushing through uncertainties,
And doubts,
As we feel our fearsÂ
And declare our wants,
And don’t give in.
We take our pen,Â
And write the story,Â
With a white canvas,Â
And a happy ending.
Some enter,Â
Some leave,
Some leave a tattoo,Â
Imprints their name.Â
As we simply accept,Â
Seasons changing, Â
But true friendsÂ
Always remain.
