Summer.
Sprinkles of dust glide upon sunbeams,
Little spiders adrift in the gentle breeze.
Blow flower pieces scatter in the sky,
Upwards swiftly on wings of a butterfly.
Cheeks rosy and warm, their eyes so bright,
Only the pure can see this sight.
To let your heart look through your eyes
A simple sunbeam becomes a surprise.
One may see the simplest light,
With love and serenity another delight.
Intertwined, meshing a beautiful flow
For all above becomes Summer Snow.
Never to melt, but whisper away
Returning upon tomorrow's sunray
Autumn.
The month of September
it is just started
soon it will roll by
then follows
the autumn months
October and November
the dazzling colorful foliage
that touches the heart
when nature splashes
its most beauty
like bride in wedding night
Then there are trees
that shed their leaves
like shedding tears
saying farewell to
the summer months
this is the year life cycle
that revolves like a carousel
in an amusement park
we are going for a ride
in an eternal delight
Winter.
Winter snow is falling down
Covering the earth in a blanket clean
I dream of sunshine on my face
The beauty of the garden, so serene
Dawn's brilliant colors fill the sky
Dew drops glisten in its rays
Birds in song, the sweet smell of spring
The valley full of morning haze
Amidst the tulips and daffodils
And tiny white daisies tangling wild
My purple lovelies greet the day
With the innocence of a child
Standing tall with majesty
And colors of the deepest hue
Grace is added to the garden
Creating a perfect view
The winter snow is still gently falling
But I have warmth within my heart
For soon the buds will break the ground
And reveal a lovely work of art.
Spring.
Upon a nice mid-spring day,
Let's take a look at Nature's way,
Breathe the scent of nice fresh air,
Feel the breeze within your hair.
The grass will poke between your toes,
Smell the flowers with your nose,
Clouds form shapes within the skies,
And light will glisten from your eyes.
Hear the buzzing of the bees,
Climb the tallest willow trees,
Look across the meadow way,
And you shall see a young deer play.
Pick the daisies as they grow,
Watch a gentle cold stream flow,
Know the sounds of water splash,
Catch its glimmer in a flash.
When altogether all seems sound,
Lay yourself upon the ground,
Take a moment to inhale,
And listen to Nature tell her tale...
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