When the first rays of Summer pierced the lingering clouds,
We danced upon them as if they were stairs,
A place of light,
As we danced in our joy and sent our voices with the wind
And Summer brought us happiness.
When the green leaves of yesterday were stained with the blood of a new dawn,
We received the bronze gifts of the trees,
Together we sat,
A time of thought,
As we meditated on all that had passed and what would become
And Autumn brought us change.
When the strong jaw of cold first satisfied its hunger and devoured at last,
We were torn through the shards of ice, the fangs of frost,
We felt the wounds,
And earned their worth,
As we fell into the abyss, only to cling to the edge of a precipice
And Winter brought us clarity.
When the warm hand of Spring caressed the blanketed meadows,
We awoke and our thirst was renewed,
Yet the drink was changed,
The ale was sweeter,
We stood together and together our eyes surveyed the horizon
And Spring gave us life.
The seasons may change, sunlight to sundown,
Though together we stand
In waiting for the new year.