In the heart of winter cold and white Snowflakes dance in the pale moonlight Trees stand bare their branches wide Underneath the starry night
The Awakening of Spring: Flowers and New Life
Spring arrives with a gentle sigh Flowers bloom under the clear sky Birds return with songs anew In their nests little chicks lie
Golden Summer Days: Warmth and Play
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
The Harvest of Autumn: A Swirling Flurry
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
Winter’s Return: The Cycle Begins Anew
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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