• A spell of colors; a bounty of pleasures
    Wrapped in a blanket of wonder
    To figure it out, the best of treasures
    But once then the angels plunder

    Born in spring when petals stir
    And happiness swells the clouds
    Through the grass, winds do purr
    And seeds burst in hoards and crowds

    Summer comes and children laugh
    And blistering does sun shine
    When freedom roars on our behalf
    You think 'this moment now is mine'

    Autumn comes in sheets of gold
    Wafts of fresh cinnamon arise
    Creaks of wood; the tree's grown old
    But gladly still stretches the skies

    Winter's here; snow softly twinkle
    A faint smile now rustles the leaves
    For it has grown a plenty wrinkle
    And is carried off in the breeze