Seasons
The passing seasons color the years,
In a kaleidoscope of colors.
Each known for color all their own,
Yet each enhances the others.
Spring comes in gentle pastel hues,
As slowly waking flowers,
Reach forth to feel the warming sun,
And drink the year's first showers.
Then Summer comes upon the scene.
The garden is arrayed,
In blossoms of all size and shape,
And butterflies at play.
Then Nature changes yet again.
To the vibrant colors of Fall.
The fiery yellows, res and orange,
Most colorful of all;
And last of all the Winter brings,
A crystal, pristine scene;
As beneath cool hues of blue and white,
All Nature settles down to dream.
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