Spring whispers through the budding leaves,
A gentle song of life reborn,
In fields where flowers weave,
Their petals kissed by misty morn.

Summer blazes with fiery hues,
Days of warmth and golden light,
Under skies of endless blues,
We relish in the sun’s delight.

Autumn paints the world in gold,
A tapestry of falling grace,
Stories of the days of old,
Written in the leaves’ embrace.

Winter wraps the earth in white,
A silent, soothing, cold refrain,
Stars that shimmer in the night,
As nature sleeps to dream again.