Seasons of hope

Zahra Al-Shorayer

I felt the white snowflakes dance in the air before me as the ground got whiter, colder, and icier.

I saw a glimpse of hope, with seasons that change every year for a fresher and greener start.

It struck me that we have the ability to do the same. We can move on, be great and start new.

We can change our rhythm, the colors we paint our ideas with, and gloss over our minds. 

The same as the snow covering winter, the rain that trickled over autumn, the wishy-washy yet, flowery spring and the sunlight that rose in summer.

We can do great, we can be great and we can let go.

We let go of fear and see our wings spread wider and greater than ever.

We wash our eyes with the sweet rainy water and see the world clearer.

We make snow angels in the freezing snow and create memories worth remembering. And look back to see where we were and how far we have come.

We have summer to remind us of the drinks, the laughter, and the springs of joy. The moments, the people, and letting it all just settle in.

We have the greatness that we will love and take good care of, before it is all gone before our eyes.