Whispering winds carry autumn’s chill,
Leaves paint the ground in hues of gold,
The sun descends with a softer will,
As nature’s story gently unfolds.

Winter’s breath soon takes its hold,
Blanketing earth in a quiet white,
Trees stand bare, both strong and bold,
Under the moon’s watchful light.

Spring arrives with a tender touch,
Awakening life from slumber’s deep,
Flowers bloom, as if to clutch,
The warmth and joy they long to keep.

Summer’s embrace comes full and bright,
Days stretch long under skies of blue,
A season’s promise wrapped in light,
Until the cycle begins anew.