In summer's golden reign, the sun held high,
A blazing orb in cerulean skies.
But as the days grow shorter, by and by,
The season's warmth in subtle shift complies.
Autumn's whisper beckons with a breeze,
A prelude to the grandeur soon to show.
Leaves don their robes of reds and oranges,
In nature's grand transformation, they bestow.
The harvest moon ascends, a radiant sphere,
Casting a glow on fields of ripened grain.
In autumn's arms, we find a subtle cheer,
As summer's vibrant energy starts to wane.
Then winter's icy fingers grasp the land,
Blanketing all in a shroud of white.
The world becomes a frozen wonderland,
As nature rests beneath the silent night.
The seasons dance, an age-old, timeless song,
From summer's heat to winter's chill so long.
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