Changing Season poem

In spring's embrace, the world awakes with grace,

As winter's chill gives way to nature's face.

The earth adorned in hues of green and gold,

A tapestry of life, a sight to behold.

Blossoms bloom, like jewels in the sun's caress,

Their fragrant whispers, secrets to confess.

The birds return, their songs a sweet refrain,

Celebrating life, breaking winter's chain.

Summer arrives, a time of sun and heat,

The world's a furnace, pulsing to its beat.

Long, lazy days, beneath a cloudless sky,

In endless sunshine, we begin to fly.

But soon, the leaves, they change their vibrant tone,

As autumn paints with colors all its own.

A symphony of red, orange, and deep gold,

A breathtaking sight, a story to be told.

Then winter creeps, with frost and icy breath,

The world turns silent, as if touched by death.

Yet in this stillness, beauty can be found,

In snow-kissed landscapes, in peace profound.

And so the seasons, they forever dance,

In an eternal, ever-changing trance.

Each one a chapter in a grand design,

A testament to nature's art, divine.

As the wheel of time keeps turning 'round,

We find in each season, a joy that's found.

For in their cycle, we too find our way,

Through life's ever-changing, wondrous display.