With icey touch the winter’s come

And with the cold, our senses numb

A shiver rises from the soul

And longs for warmth

Spring blossoms lift the spirits high

New growth abounds and song birds fly

And pretty ladies catch the eye

As passion grows

The summer is a time for fun

For walks and playing in the sun

The joy of children fills the air

With happiness

As autumn dawns, the leaves do fall

A time to reap ‘fore winter’s call

For nature shuts her garden down

And rests again



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