Seasons

Everything has a season. I don’t rush, I let it be. I’ll stand for you in the daylight, And speak the truth quietly. Everything has a season. Love knows when to stay, when to fly. Some things bloom in the open, Some grow under the sky At night. Spring feels like a soft “yes.” Summer knows how to stay. Autumn lets go without drama. Winter clears the way. I don’t force what wants to grow. I don’t chase what needs to breathe. What is real will find its moment, Right on time, Like you And me. Everything has its season. I don’t rush, I let it be. Strong in the open, gentle inside. That’s how love moves through me. Everything has a season. Nothing blooms overnight. I’ll protect you under the sun, And keep it honest under moonlight. Slow is good. Soft is strong. Right Time, Never wrong. Everything has a season. Love knows where to go. Easy in the morning, deep enough to Grow.