In springtime’s gentle, waking sigh,
When blossoms paint the earth anew,
The world is wrapped in colors bright,
A promise whispered in the dew.

Summer strides with golden light,
Her warmth embracing every field,
The days stretch long, the nights are brief,
With laughter and with dreams revealed.

Autumn’s breath in rustling leaves,
A tapestry of gold and red,
The harvest moon, the cooling breeze,
A time to gather what is shed.

Winter whispers in the night,
A silent hush of frosted grace,
The earth adorned in crystal white,
A peaceful calm in time’s embrace.