What the seasons mean to me,
It’s everything that I see.

I learn about it all around,
The fact that seasons astound!

In March, my floral bell rings,
Specifically, on the first day of Spring.

In June, I go “Hooray!”
Because it’s Summer’s first day.

In September, I go “I Love it all!”.
Because It’s the first day of Fall.

In December, I try not to squinter,
Because It’s the first day of Winter!

What the seasons mean to me,
It’s everything that I see.