The Fourcast 
 
January and December, so peculiar—  
How can opposites feel so similar?  
The year begins and ends the same  
The times are new, but winter's monotony remains  
'Tis all a reminder that new beginnings cannot erase the past  
We may move forward, but history will last  
 
The tides turn with spring  
Flowers bloom and birds sweetly sing  
Nature evolves into a sight to behold  
Rain and allergies somehow beat the cold  
'Tis all a reminder that transformation comes not after sunshine  
In a sense, progress comes after decline  
 
Outdoor adventures and summer vacation  
Peaches, cookouts, and graduation celebrations  
Even the most wonderful of days find themselves scorched by drought and heat  
Still, we crave summer on repeat  
'Tis all a reminder that no perfect season exists  
So why do we expect our lives to be perfect?  
 
Changing leaves, breezy winds, and decadent pumpkin delights  
Back to the rhythm of cozy tea-filled nights  
Days become shorter while the nights grow long  
Indie tracks suddenly become our favorite songs  
'Tis all a reminder to rest amid routine  
For even the light hides itself from being seen  
 
Another year passes; the pattern continues again  
The years feel different, but the sequence of the seasons never end  
When you look outside, remember to look within  
For indeed you can find beauty in every season