Dance of the season

In the grand ballroom of the sky, a waltz begins to play,Nature dons her finest gown as seasons find their way.Spring, the first to step, with petals soft and light,A ballet of blossoms, painting the world so bright.Summer follows swiftly, a flamenco in the heat,Sunlight takes the lead, a dancer pure and sweet.Fields sway to the rhythm, a vibrant, lively trance,As warmth and life entwine, a sunlit, sultry dance.Then enters Autumn, with leaves in golden gown,A waltz of falling foliage, gracefully floating down.Crimson and amber twirl in a soft, farewell embrace,Nature’s ballad echoing, a symphony of grace.Winter, the final dancer, in frosty, quiet shoes,A pas de deux with snowflakes, a dance that gently woos.The world now hushed in silver, a cold and pristine trance,As winter pirouettes, in a quiet, frozen dance.Together they perform, in a year-long choreography,A seamless, shifting ballet, a dance of symphony.Seasons twirl and whirl, a perpetual, rhythmic rhyme,In the dance of the seasons, nature keeps perfect time.