Balikli Gol

The statue stands still in the snow.
It lasts into spring where the rain falls,
Worn down by the water of the heavens,
The life that pours down from the sky,
The statue waits still in the rain.
It waits into summer where the sun reigns proud,
While the heat from above beats on its brow,
The rays from the star heat up the stone,
The statue sits still in the light.
It falls into autumn where the leaves touch the ground,
The plant life that dies always scratches its crown,
The trees that stand bare cover the statue from sight,
The statue lay still in the leaves.
It dies into winter where the ice holds,
Destroyed by the snow leaking into the stone,
It tries to last to the next season, enduring all pains,
The statue still stands in the snow.