• Summer is the time of life and warmth,
    The time for trees, their fruit to bring forth.

    Grapes hang from curling vines,
    Violets grow, stems entwined.

    Fall is the time of dry auburn,
    Leaves yellow-gold, twist and turn.

    Maples spicy scent is in the air,
    While the trees lie cold and bare.

    Winter is the time of snow bitter cold,
    Wind and frost venture out bold.

    Snowdrifts sit all fluffy and light,
    And glow in the moonlight that comes with the night.

    Spring is the time of rebirth,
    New sprouts coming out of the earth.

    Bright blossoms bud out of the trees
    The suns light shining, on a light breeze.