Stand by A Revolving Door

Patiently waiting with
A controlled reticence
The seasons come
And pass by
The revolving door

An anticipation of blossoms
In the lemon trees
Accompanies
With a great hope
The emotions
That can’t stop dancing  
Still
The nature knows
When it’s time
To change realty

Perhaps
Every time is the right time
To welcome
A harmonious whole of cosmos
Enjoying the essences
Of the earth’s creations

In a wishful thinking
A palatable zest of happiness
Wants to stay for a long time
It helps heal all the wounds
Ripens a heart
With a mature wisdom

When
The time takes away
An aroma of passion
Still there is
An appropriated emotion
Reminding the soul
To be loved — must give love

Though
The circumstances
Can change the value
Depreciate a true worth
With nothing left to grow
A dream can stand behind
Without any protection

Still
An end of season comes
And I must trust all the emotions
As the solstices  
Bring in the new

What constitutes
To make one happy
No one knows –
At least we are
Lucky to be witness  
To the phenomena
And be grateful to
All the experiences