Four Seasons: Part One
The world is a beauty with four seasons
In each lies hidden precious ornaments
Carefully designed for various reasons
Gifts too priceless to be worn on garments
The first, an incandescent mass of pink
Ending a drained mother’s months of worry
Swath’d and wrapped in clothes of plain or of mink
A harbinger of mischief or glory
Fate, faith, luck, race, and destiny combined
May make it out a saint or a sinner
In time it will be plain what we shall find
A dud or one born to be a winner
Whatever it is, now we celebrate
And on to the next to deliberate
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