Tianna - Seasons

From the chill of Winter burst the petals bright,

and an aroma mixed from flowers enters the air;

the blossoms Spring out, clothing the trees.

 

Then the people are found underneath the trees,

Enjoying the heat and the sun which is bright;

the laughter of Summer rings out through the air.

 

There are fewer sunlit hours, rain in the air;

Leaves are like flames on the Autumn-touched trees.

Next these are shed; snow falls, icy bright.

 

Changes in trees and how bright it is outside; air cooling and warming - the Seasons repeat. 

The End

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