As winter’s breath begins to fade,
The world awakens, unafraid.
Spring’s tender touch, a gentle grace,
Brings life anew to every place.

Summer’s warmth, a golden hue,
Envelops all with skies so blue.
The days stretch long, the nights are brief,
As joy and light defy belief.

Autumn whispers with leaves of gold,
A quiet beauty, stories told.
The harvest moon, a glowing sphere,
Bids farewell to the passing year.

Winter returns with frosty might,
Cloaking the earth in purest white.
A silent calm, a peaceful scene,
Until the cycle starts again.