Seasons
I love January when Jasmines blossom
little sapphire buds unfolding fragrance.
February makes us laugh with a leap
yet so short it makes women talk less.
March marches as song of the summer
yet clinging to what left of the winter.
April lingers in cold ; a season not sure
yet takes the spring to hug the summer.
May, may be a bit sure of the heat ahead
yet lovely, brings new tunes with the breeze.
There comes June with power of the sun
Bright and alive the long awaited summer.
July, simmers in warmth from above
Sun so bright as if burning all its fuel.
But a timely monsoon sooths the hearts.
August August chasing the summer winds
welcoming the falls of the autumn leaves.
September makes us kings and queens
with autumn falls the nature so sweet
October makes hearts jump with joy
what a canvass nature paints in glee
November makes us ready for the chill
as winter flowers start to bud in the wild.
December, a season of Joy with hopes
pampering us to want it to last forever.
Snowy mounts all dressed up to dance
For a farewell to the seasons we lived.
The Days and nights would fast pass
Let's not amiss treasures nature gives
For short are our days in this globe
Faster the seasons change and roll
Sooner we are ripe to wither in our role.
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