Season
Welcome to the summer's call;
Revive again with the children's ball.
At afternoon the boys play too long,
Sometimes we listen the grasshopper's song.
Rain comes, bringing a new joy;
To the field of golden crops,
The scarecrows are tied with ropes
Now,to see who can destroy.
The winter's night is too long;
Behind the bushes, the cricket's song.
Santa has started his ride,
Oh!it is the time for Eastertide.
Mind refreshed with the essence of spring
The cuckoos are set to sing;
Nature is dressed with flower's bloom,
Never this beauty will get gloom.
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