Seasons Change but Never End

The spell of spring transpires in as rains of life begin to mend. Sunlit days and morning dew. Life awakens, a world renewed. Meadows vast with bumble bees and yellow blooms between the trees. The scent of fresh consumes the air, from fields of lavender with such flair. Summer sounds of plunging water, Babbling brooks sharing idle chatter. The golden sun bathes the land, It’s warming beauty, an eternal plan. The sky is clear and blue with friends, Birds with songs as nature trends. Alluring grasslands entice the sun, with stems of long and daisy mums. Cool gales of autumn, clouds of grey, Begin to usher the warmth away. Pumpkins glow in the setting sun, A symphony of hues has just begun. Lulled to sleep are woodland trees, with dancing leaves on breezy days. Harvest colours of golden rust, Fallen leaves that smell of musk. Chilled winter winds begin to bite and swirling snow so crisp and white. Snowflakes weave a blanket pure, Silent whispers in winter's allure. Waterfalls that stand so still, Frozen lakes capped with snowdrift hills. The wintry sun yields days of cold. Frigid nights that grip a hold. Seasons change but never end, Onward forward without suspend. A triumphant burst in celebration, then a gentle fade in dwindling motion. In every season, a tale unfolds. Nature's narrative, in beauty it holds. Each in turn with its splendour. One begins as the others slumber.