Spring, with her blooms so fair,
Dances on the wind, soft and light,
Painting the earth in hues so bright,
A promise of life, so sweet and rare.

Summer, bold and warm, takes hold,
Sun-kissed days and laughter loud,
Fields of gold and oceans proud,
Nature’s feast, a vibrant gold.

Autumn whispers as leaves descend,
A tapestry of red and gold,
Harvest moon, a tale untold,
A fleeting dance before the end.

Winter, crisp and sharp, arrives,
A blanket white, the world still,
Fires glow, quiet and still,
A time to dream, a time to thrive.

Four seasons, each with grace,
A cycle of time, a fleeting trace,
A year in rhyme, a fleeting space.