As autumn leaves begin to fall,
Whispering winds gently call,
Painting skies in hues of gold,
Telling tales of seasons old.
Winter’s breath soon will arrive,
Frosted mornings come alive,
Blankets white on fields will lay,
Turning night into a silver day.
Spring awakens from its sleep,
Flowers bloom, and rivers leap,
Colors burst in vibrant hues,
Nature sings with life anew.
Summer’s warmth will then embrace,
Sunlit days, a golden grace,
Waves will dance and laughter soar,
Until the seasons shift once more.