THE SEASONS WE CARRY WITHIN
by GAYATHRI NAIR C
There is a forest hidden within us, where every feeling grows like a tree that has forgotten the day it first touched the sun. Spring arrives not merely in the meadows, but in the trembling courage of a heart learning to love again. Every blossom is a promise whispered by hope, every birdsong a reminder that silence was never meant to last forever. Then comes summer, golden and fearless, stretching its warmth across the shoulders of dreamers. Joy ripens like fruit beneath an endless sky, while laughter dances through fields of wild grass, careless as butterflies that never ask how long beauty survives. But no season is exempt from change. Autumn enters softly, painting the world with the graceful colours of goodbye. Leaves do not mourn the branches they leave behind. They simply trust the wind. If only hearts could surrender so gently. We cling to memories like trees refusing to release their final leaves, forgetting that even loss is another form of becoming. Then winter arrives, quiet as an old prayer. Snow covers every wound without asking who deserved forgiveness. The rivers slow, the mountains listen, and the stars burn brighter because darkness has finally made room for them. Grief resembles winter. It teaches us that survival is sometimes the bravest kind of bloom. And beneath frozen earth, roots continue their invisible conversations. Hope is rarely loud. It grows underground, patient as seeds, certain that another spring is already finding its way. Perhaps that is why the ocean carries our longing, the rain remembers our tears, the wind borrows our sighs, the mountains guard our courage, and the flowers keep blooming long after we have forgotten how to believe. We are not separate from the seasons. We are their reflection. The spring of first love, the summer of fearless dreams, the autumn of letting go, the winter of healing each lives within us, returning again and again, until we understand that the Earth has never merely surrounded humanity. It has always been the oldest heart beating quietly inside our own.
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