I love the seasons. They come and go.
I love life even with its ebbs and flow.
Spring is a time of new beginnings, of fresh hope when the buds begin to bloom and new life sprouts up in nature. During the summer time. Everything glitters and there is life everywhere in abundance. Then Autumn mounts the stage with its rich kaleidoscope of brilliant colours. The crisp air, the colourful sights of fall leaves add colours to our lives. And then winter sneaks in quietly just as we are still feeling the crispness from fall. The cold gets colder, yet, winter continues to get wintry until it covers the ground with a blanket of white for us to walk on.
And we experience them all basking in the euphoria of every change. Each season performs well for the duration that they last. But they need to exit the scene for the next season.
Such is the rhythm of life. It serves us different episodes and different scenes. Just when you begin to get used to a rhythm, it changes too quickly and pushes us to a different location. As fate takes a new turn in our lives.
Indeed, life is like a festival. Life is like a carnival. Life is like a feast. There is the beginning, the in-betweens and the closing when the music begins to fade. When life goes into oblivion.
Seasons are a never ending carousel.
Just as life is a merry go round.
Submitted for the Daily Prompt – Carousel.
Peace and Love!
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