A Journey Through The Seasons: A Poem Without Punctuation


In the heart of winter cold and white
Snowflakes dance in the pale moonlight
Trees stand bare their branches wide
Underneath the starry night

Spring arrives with a gentle sigh
Flowers bloom under the clear sky
Birds return with songs anew
In their nests little chicks lie

Summer comes with its golden rays
Children play through the long days
Fields of wheat sway in the breeze
In the warmth everyone basks and lazes

Autumn leaves fall in a swirling flurry
Fields are harvested in a hurry
Nature prepares for winters slumber
In a blanket of fog the world is blurry

In the heart of winter cold and white
The cycle begins again in the quiet night
Each season with its own beauty and might
In this poem of seasons without a punctuation in sight


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