The Seasons

Summer is bright and sunny,
Its days are long and hot,
Gaiety and festa fill the air,
Cold days it hasn't got.


Autumn days are really nice,
They're neither hot nor cold,
Life outdoors is simply pleasant,
Amongst the trees of gold.


Winter though is cold and grey.
A warm sun may appear,
Winter snow is very pretty,
Though sidewalks disappear.


Spring is cool and sun is warm,
Flowered scents fill the air,
Animals awake, birds return,
Freshness is everywhere.


So each season weaves its charm,
Casting its spell on earth,
In varied ways it spreads its joys,
Since its time of birth.   

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