The Forgotten Child of the Four Seasons
Winter slowly wakes with an ice-cold nose.
Spends much of its time sneezy winds it blows.
Spring’s wardrobe full of floral foulard feigns change.
Dresses then frolics in daydreams of blue-sky mountain range.
Summer stands tall at the peak of its height.
Glistening body, warm bright smile, and remains everyone’s delight.
Autumn, the forgotten child of the four seasons,
hides behind Summer, always runs to Winter, and envies Spring without reason.
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