Seasons, oh cycles of time
Each one a new chapter, a new rhyme
Winter, spring, summer, and fall
Each one with its own beauty, standing tall
Winter, with its blanket of snow
A world transformed, white as far as the eye can go
Ice sculptures and warm firesides
A time for rest, and new beginnings inside
Spring, with its buds and blossoms
A time for renewal, and new promises
The earth awakens, and new life sprouts
A time for new beginnings, and fresh routes
Summer, with its sunshine and heat
A time for fun, and for time on the beach seat
Fields of gold, and a clear blue sky
A time for memories, and laughter never die
Autumn, with its falling leaves
A time for harvest, and for giving thanks and receive
Nature's canvas, painted in hues of gold and red
A time for reflection, and for memories to be shed
Seasons, oh cycles of time
Each one a new chapter, a new rhyme
Ever-changing, but always beautiful
A reminder of the preciousness of life, so dutiful.
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