Five Seasons

Five seasons, you say?

Let's see what I can convey,

With words that paint a vivid array,

Of beauty that never fades away.

Spring, the first and most wondrous,

Bringing life with its touch so generous,

Flowers bloom, birds sing in chorus,

As nature awakens in a rhapsody joyous.

Summer, with its warmth and glow,

Fills the land with a vibrant show,

Of colors that dazzle and overflow,

As the sun casts its golden glow.

Autumn, the season of change,

Bringing with it a colorful range,

Of hues that dance and rearrange,

As the leaves fall, and nature begins to estrange.

Winter, the season of frost and chill,

When the world lies quiet and still,

And nature rests beneath the snow's bill,

As the cold winds blow with a haunting thrill.

And then there's the fifth season, rare and dear,

A time of transition, a moment so clear,

When nature shifts, and the world appears,

In a state of flux, as new beginnings appear.

Five seasons, each with its tale,

A story of life, of joy, of travail,

Of nature's wonder, and man's travail,

Told in words that never fail.