"Seasons of Emotion" by Jenna Morrison

In the twisted vines of sorrow's bloom,

where shadows dance in the silent gloom,

emotions shift like autumn leaves.

Whispering secrets, the soul deceives.

Yet in the frost of winter's chill,

a voice calls out, serene and still,

"Through every season, I remain in joy,

in sorrow, in sun and rain."

Spring may come, with hope's rebirth,

but shadows linger, haunting the earth.

Yet in the garden, amidst the thorn,

resides a promise, on Easter morn.

Let the seasons of emotion sway,

for in the darkness, there's still a way to find the light that never wanes,

in the heart where faith sustains.