In spring’s gentle touch, life begins anew,
Blossoms weave a tapestry, in colors bold and true.
The world awakens from its slumbered rest,
Each bloom a promise, nature’s gentle quest.

Summer sun bestows its golden glow,
Fields of green where gentle breezes blow.
Days stretch long beneath an azure sky,
As laughter echoes where the swallows fly.

Autumn arrives with a whisper of change,
Leaves turn to gold in a vibrant exchange.
The air grows crisp, a tender farewell,
As nature prepares its slumbering spell.

Winter cloaks the earth in purest white,
A tranquil scene beneath the moon’s soft light.
Silent nights where snowflakes gently fall,
In the heart of winter, there beats a call.