Trees represent life
You’re born, you live and grow old,
Then finally die.

Spring

The blossoms blooming
Glowing with an inner light
Everything’s all right.

Summer

The beauty of life
Something to be admired
Everything is pure

Autumn

A bronze age, tarnished
But not quite gone, lingering,
A matter of time

Winter

Silence dominates,
Emptiness yet strange beauty,
A frozen blanket.