The Seasons Beautiful

Biting chill to searing heat, two made four.

Earth, Sun, Moon, all changing, to repeat.

First, white crystals, falling oh-so sweetly.

Beauty for a price, the hard cold.

Then changing leaves, red and brown and gold.

Falling, floating on the frigid breeze.

Third, dripping rain, growing plants and new animals.

Bright sun, warm and soft.

Next, vivid sky, browning grass.

Withering heat.

Cold season and warm, made into four.

Winter, fall, spring, and summer.

All to make a year.

The End

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