As summer’s warmth begins to wane,
The leaves turn gold, and skies grow tame.
A crisp breeze whispers through the trees,
Heralding autumn’s gentle tease.

Winter’s chill comes creeping near,
Draping the earth in crystal clear.
Snowflakes fall, a silent song,
In the stillness, nights grow long.

Spring awakens from her sleep,
With blossoms bright and rivers deep.
Birds return with melodies,
To fill the air with symphonies.

And then again the summer’s glow,
With golden sun and rivers’ flow.
Seasons change, a cycle grand,
Nature’s dance, hand in hand.