The springtime whispers softly, a melody of bloom,
As petals dance on breezes, dispelling winter’s gloom.
The world awakens gently, in hues of pink and green,
A canvas painted brightly, with nature’s hand unseen.

Summer sings with fervor, in golden light so bold,
The days stretch out in splendor, with stories yet untold.
The warmth of sun embraces, the laughter and the cheer,
A season of abundance, where memories grow dear.

Autumn speaks in colors, of amber, red, and gold,
The leaves they fall like whispers, as cooler winds unfold.
The harvest moon rises, in skies of twilight haze,
A time of quiet reflection, in the shortening of days.

Winter’s voice is gentle, a silent, snowy breath,
The world is wrapped in stillness, a peaceful, white caress.
The nights are long and quiet, the stars they shine so clear,
A season of renewal, as the end of year draws near.