These seasons are separate, yet the same. Although they relate, they bear different names.
Autumn. Winter. Spring. Summer.
Delightful in everything they are, they each have a personality easily seen from afar. Leaving the door ajar, why don’t you go see who they are?
Flares of light and whispers of snowy flakes. Filled with morning and warm summer lakes. Nothing could ever destroy what this place takes. Inside me, joy the seasons make.
Painting scenes and knowing wings. Soft Celtic music and sewn up seams. Little kittens with eyes so green. These are the things that cause happiness in me.
Quite books read in cozy nooks. Warm food and aesthetic looks. Watching water flow in a small crook. These are the things that bring me eyes to look.
Flowing water and braided hair. Twinkling trees and fresh summer air. Thousands of dips and plenty of care. These are the things that seem to me fair.
Snowy cities and crisp flakes of white. Skylines and airlines decorated bright. Glowing and dancing like a dream in the night. These are the things that make me take flight.