Seasons

Autumns are the season of emptiness which is the invitation for newness, Here leaves are falling-off & the earth is giving show-off, We're enjoying fall of leaves & here's beautiful every eves, Pomegranates & peaches are here juicy autumn is sometimes as like as boozy. Winters are the season of cold hot applications are like as gold, Here days are short & nights are long, We're inside blankets & singing song, Carrot pudding & soups are only hope because in the list of favorite these are top. Springs are the season of fullness rebirth & renewal gives happiness, Here crops become new & festivals are dew, We're feel some 'feel of joy' as we're actually God's toy, Apricots & litchis are here yummy eating less, 'my son' says my mummy. Summers are the season of hot cold places are the main spot, Here days are long & nights are short, We're out in cooler 'coz of feeling hot, Juices & ice-cream are point of joy 'coz of these, summers we enjoy.