Summer lies sleeping somewhere in fields of daisies
her warm breeze waltzes with each blade of grass
Autumn’s reclined wrapped within soft, cool mists
her nursery of seeds and parched leaves put to bed
Winter has awoken and rides the frigid northern winds
Ushering in a moment of slumber to proffer the circle of life
And... spring will come tomorrow, a new beginning to champion
When all asleep arise once more, with burst of colors everywhere!