
In winter, the world is white,
And the air is crisp and cold,
The snowflakes dance and sparkle,
In a sight that's to behold.
In spring, the world is green,
And the air is fresh and new,
The flowers bloom and blossom,
In a vibrant, colorful hue.
In summer, the world is warm,
And the air is full of life,
The sun shines bright and golden,
In a season free from strife.
In fall, the world is rich,
And the air is crisp and clear,
The leaves turn shades of gold,
In a beauty that's so dear.
So no matter what the season,
Let's celebrate with cheer,
For each one has its magic,
And its memories to endear.


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