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