In the palm of the Creator, lies a pouch,

Interwoven with silver stars, secrets, and the warmth of infinite hearts

In the palm of the Creator

Lies the key to the changes of the Earth

You see, the Pouch of Seasons holds the smiles of spring, the laughter of summer, the peace of autumn, and the joy of winter

It holds the vibrant, blossoming flowers that perform a show of colors

It holds the sweet sound of melodies sung from the chorus of birds

The cool tingle of water rushing over you in the trickling stream

The clear blue skies that harbor the creamy white clouds

 Of Spring

It holds the blazing sun that shine golden rays onto soft, sunkissed skin

It holds the laughter of the children running through the grassy fields

The feeling of relief when you dive into the refreshing, crystal clear lake

The sticky ice cream that drips down your chin

Of Summer

It holds the red and orange leaves that shine like a flame

It holds the sweet, juicy apples in abundant orchards

The chilly breeze that whispers of Winter

The dust that is sweeped off jackets that come out once again

Of Autumn

It holds the frosty, white, snowflakes that dance to the ground

It holds the warmth of a steaming cup of a wintery drink, pressed tightly between cold hands

The swirls engraved on the ice, made by the twirling ice skaters  

The cozy feeling of being bundled in a furry blanket, safe from the storm

Of Winter

In the Pouch of the Seasons